A certain lack of attention had overtaken Sota as he wondered to himself if he might ever get back to the mindset he had once been in. A voice would perch itself out above the noises of nature but he mistook it. Surely there could not be another wolf around for he had not seen any of them. Being a brute of curiosity and knowledge, he turned. He came face to face with a Finnish speaking wolf with strange red markings.... and SABRE TEETH. The overall appearance seemed threatening at first, making Sota take a few steps back before speaking. It was rude to ignore a greeting. "Terve, ystävä." With a slight dip of his head, his greeting would be done. He would hold the introduction until he assessed the man's threat level.
In the back of his mind, Sota had been debating this topic. Perhaps it would not be bad to talk to the man. A loner needed friends if he were to survive. First impressions started to imply that he would be a valuable friend to Sota indeed but the man did not rely too much on these impressions.
