The young male limped along, his leg still in the process of healing from the spring pack hunt that caused him an injury. It soon would be healed enough to where he could use it. He was unsure if he would have a limp or not once he could completely walk in that leg again. He carried himself with pride, despite his leg holding him back from moving any faster when he was on the clock for hunting within the pack lands. It was made difficult for him to handle, but he continued on with no worries. The day was pleasant, and all was well within the rising back in which they called home. Although Finnick had been there for some time now, he hadn't really developed any friendships since he arrived. Only the one called Ariste would be named as a friend to Finnick. he was alone in this world. Not a close friend to depend on when his life gets rough. Nobody to comfort him nor relax him when he's scared. Absolutely nobody there for him. As he knew that Desmond would be more than happy to have him dead and away from the pack, even if it did cost him a pack member. It was something that Finnick began to think about constantly. How he could escape this nightmare of a life. He was hated by his Alpha and most likely all of his pack members, he had no friends in his life, he had nowhere to run. He was stuck. The only option was... death. The brute shook his head, moving along his way through the sandy shores of Poseidon's Ring. It still dwelled on his mind. He didn't want to die, or at lead he didn't think he wanted to. He wasn't sure. If he did die, then he wouldn't lose anything. He had nobody to mourn for him. Nobody would care if he lived or died outside of these borders of the Agavos lands. He knew Desmond and Fel wouldn't give a rat's ass about him if they found his body washed up on this shore, drowned or killed by an unknown force.

Shrugging at his thoughts, the brute moved on his way just to come across a female ahead of him. He slowly moved forward towards her, introducing himself. "Hello there, I am Lead hunter Finnick, who might you be?" He looked over the female who was smaller than he, but was still sizable compared to most females that he had encountered. He looked up to the sky, just to see seagulls circling over the skies above them. He wondered what it was like to fly, but the thought quickly faded as the water washed up against his legs, cold and smooth. The salty waters took sand from beneath his paws as it retreated back into the vast body of water. What was the purpose of salt water? You couldn't drink it, and only certain creatures could live in it. So what's it's purpose? He questioned himself as he looked out over the water, awaiting any sort of response from the female who stood a good distance away.

The brute dipped his head to the fae as she spoke out towards him. He hand;t met any of his own pack mates, really. Other than those he briefly knew at the pack hunt. He looked to her, with his eyes still clouded, and smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Hunter Nyda. How are you fairing within Agavos, might I ask? It's a very deserve group and was curious to how you're taking life here." He looked at her with a little curiosity sparking in his voice. he wanted to have friends a friend. Someone, anyone. It may not be this particular female, but he was determined to be friendly and to make a name for himself before something terrible happened to him. It was a feeling that he just could not escape from. Wether it was just paranoia or the foreshadowing of something happening to the brute, it was constantly lingering around him. Noting could really make him fathom a difference scenario in his life now, other than pain. He was still utterly alone in this sorrowful life, and began to wonder what the purpose of living was. He had nothing to live for. Nobody to care about him. He growled in frustration as these thoughts continued to chase one another in his mind, unable to fight back the inner demons that were slowly tearing him apart. It was suicide. He was slowly killing himself in his own mind, with these thoughts that had never left his mind since the day he came into this retched pack that he somehow calls home.

Looking back to the female before him, he smiled, still unsure if he should stay with the young fae as she seemed to prefer to be alone. He shook himself free of whatever had been clinging to his pelt the entire walk through the sands on the beach. The salty water spray his his face like a brick wall. It was so strong and pungent, his nose scrunched up in confusion to wether the enjoyed the scent or despised it.

Finnick nodded as he heard the female speak in who she had met upon entering Agavos lands. He remembered seeing the Delta and Autay at the moose him, but didn't talk to them as often as he would've liked. The Delta female seemed brash and full of herself. Almost acting like a pup in most ways. And they Autay, he thought he was a gentle soul with no worries other than to do his job right. he was sure that if he lived long enough to meet him, they would turn out to be fairly good friends. "This is Poseidon's Ring. One of the few places in the Agavos lands to find a beach with this retched salt water." He chuckled a little but, trying to about his own thoughts. He understood why the female was in awe of most of the areas Agavos had to offer. They were all magnificent in beauty of earth's creation and wondered how they got so lucky to have such a place in their home. Looking back at the smaller female, she had asked about him. He was a little hesitant to speak in the beginning, but figured to what harm could she possibly do to him? "I do decent in here, I suppose. Not my ideal place, but it's a home. I've been here for a little one, one of the first wolves to arrive, other than those who came from the nearby packs first. Desmond isn't a fan of me for my idiocy at the border when I arrived, so therefore I highly doubt anything good will happen to me while I'm here. And especially if Desmond has ay say about it." He spoke a little more openly than he intended. He wasn't sure what had made him speak out to the female in such a way, especially one he barely knew. It was a curious thing that had begun to develop in the young brute's head. Was he beginning to like this female? Or was it his mind tricking him into thinking he was to mask that pain he was in? He did not know, but desperately wanted to find out for himself as the feelings sand thoughts continued to swirl in his body, overcoming every inch of his being. Soon, his eyes cleared from the thoughts of death and despair that had held on to him since he arrived and the thoughts were pushed aside momentarily as he spoke to the female. He couldn't help this. It was out of his control. Shaking his head slightly, he looked back at Nyda and couldn't help but smile. Waiting for her responses to his speaking of his own life within their home.

He listened as the female began to speak to him about his rank and resigning for Desmond to give it to him. He still did not think Desmond took a liking to him, nor thought of him highly. He shook his head at her words, waiting for her to finished so he could explain himself. He looked at her, his eyes nothing but honestly and guilt. "No.. He does not think highly of me. He only gave me the rank because I was one of the few Hunters at our pack hunt. One of the few who cooperated and did what they were told." He growled. Trying to get her to understand that Desmond did not like him in the slightest way possible. He knew it. No matter how hard he tried to get the brute to like him, everything failed. This is where Finnick had realized how important first impressions were in their world. They were the basis around everything within the pack. If you came to an Alpha's borders, giving all respect and honor to them as they would like, they would be more willing to trust you in their pack. But now he knew, if you made one foolish mistake in front of them, you may lose their trust forever and not be able to gain it from them again. He had done such a thing. Saying that he could assist in repopulating the pack? How stupid! He still could not believe those words slipped from his lips to the male at the border. He was foolish and ignorant to say such things, but trying to explain himself had no use now. He was part of the pack with a lead rank. He needed to uphold it for now. He had to. Just for what little time remained for him here. He knew it wouldn't be long before something happened to him.

He looked back at the female as she spoke once more, acknowledging his limp. "I'm quite alright. An injury from the pack hunt for a moose. He went into the waters of the area and leaned all his weight onto me, supposed attempt to kill one more of us before he died. He had obviously not succeeded. Just broke my leg. I have been working with the healers for physical therapy to get it working properly again. Nothing to worry about. I should be back to my normal self in weeks time." He nodded, looking at the hunter with a different kind of gaze. He wondered what secrets she held in her mind. What things did she wish to reveal but held her tongue?

He nodded, understanding the words that came from her jaws. He had no emotions upon his face. He was completely unable to read for any more of emotion. He had nothing. It jaws just.. blank. He looked up her her, tried to give a small smile and looked at her with a promise gaze of that he will be okay for now. He listened to her speak before she fell silently, thinking that she was trying to pull words together to complete her next sentences. He looked up at her, wondering what her thoughts at that moment were. He did not wait long for these to come along and devour his mind. They had already consumed every inch of his being. He had nothing but curiosity anymore. He looked at her, his eyes a little sad, and he spoke. "I won't be able to survive here much longer. I don;t think I was made for pack life nor the life of a rogue. Im not sure how long my stay will be here, but when that time is up, I will be leaving for good. Death is coming upon me. I just don't know when." He shrugged, not knowing what else to say until she began to speak about his leg and the hunt for the moose. He nodded as she asked if there were more. "Only one died. A Healer by the name of Ashlen. She was kicked in h=the head as she made a weak attack for him. Another was severely injured and knocked unconscious for a little while. An Omega that goes by Emily. Nobody else was left severely injured or dead, luckily." He nodded, awaiting her response to the death and accident with two of their pack mates.