Moomin doesn't think he's been so lonely in his life.
Ever since he was little, his parents had been a constant. And so had his friends, after his first season in the valley. Why, oh why, had he thought that leaving was a good idea? Surely there were better ways to combat his loneliness during the winter months than leaving to wander. It was hibernation months, and he could've woken anyone in the valley. Surely they wouldn't have minded. But look at him now. He's been gone for months and he definitely missed Snufkin's return.
He's never felt so defeated in his life. All problems had solutions, but Moomin couldn't find the key to fixing this. The valley was an obscure location -- not even on any map he could find. Moomin was not one to admit defeat, but ... he'd given up.
The young polar bear pants as he rests. He'd never been overly athletic. Only enough to accommodate for his adventures, never for ... for climbing mountains. He's regretting his descision already. It smells funny. Moomin sniffles and lifts a dirty paw to wipe his nose. He can smell the sea here -- it reminds him of home. It's awfully distressing, because all he can think about is his mama and papa and Snufkin and -- and Snorkmaiden and --. He stops himself there. Lays his head on his paws. And waits.
He's not sure what he's waiting for. But he does.

Moomin knew what he wanted, but it wasn't exactly ... achievable, which was the problem. Which, ultimately, meant that no, he didn't know what he wanted. Moomin sniffles, looking up with wide blue eyes at the stranger. She was so small ....  Moomin hadn't met many people that small before. She had a weird, kind of scary mask, but Moomin wasn't inclined to be scared or question it at the moment. She was talking, she was probably real, and that's all that mattered to him.
"H - Hello" He says, eyes still watery but unable to wipe the tears away because of the dirt on his paws. He slowly pushes himself up into a sitting position. Here, outside of the valley, he would probably be acknowledged as an adult. Moomin found this to be a scary thought. He was just old enough to be considered one, but that didn't mean he'd ever been treated like one, or even expected to act like one. Even so, he desperately tries to remember his manners, and offers a wobbly smile. "Y - Yes. I, um," He says. He hadn't interacted with people for a long time -- how had Snufkin done this? His best friend had frequently gone out to wander or travel, or, or --.
"I, um, don't think I'll have much luck getting back, though. Um, who are you?" These were the only mountains he could see, after all, and that was the only landmark Moomin could think of anyone else would recognize. What was she doing here, anyways? Moomin was having trouble wrapping his head around why somebody would be living in mountains like these, unless -- oh. "Do other people live here?" He asks, alarmed. He hadn't realized that was what the scent was. Which he found to be a bit ridiculous, in hindsight. But Moomin wasn't the most perceptive even at the best of times, so it was really just par for the course.

Oh, and here were the others. Moomin perks up, eyes going wide. Ever-optimistic, his hope overrides his nervousness. Even so, he seems almost tenative. All of them were awfully small, too ... He'd only known a few people as small as them. He'd never been nervous about their resilience -- his small friends made up for their size in ... everything else, really. He was less sure about these ones, though.
"El ... is-e-um," He echoes back to Tena, brows furrowed in concentration as he does so. What a strange word! It sounded rather nice, though. Moomin smiles, and then he grins. "Really? I can?" He doesn't want to impose on other people, but Moomin can't hold the facade for long, desperate as he is. With a burst of energy, Moomin scrambles to his paws. Before he can answer Tena's question, however, his attention is diverted by Fika. Luckily, she's asked the same question, so Moomin, before even registering the language, responds.
"Moomin," He chirps, gaze roving between the trio. "I'm Moomin," He repeats, just to feel more grounded. He seems to have livened up rather quickly as people arrived. It wasn't that he wasn't tired, it was just ... that all fell to the wayside when there were actual, living people here.
"Ja, tack! He chirps. English seems to be the main language, here, but he isn't quite sure how common other ones are. Conspicuously, he avoids answering how he is -- not because of any ulterior motive, he just isn't sure. He's hungry, and tired, and he misses his family and friends so much, but he's also absolutely delighted by the current ongoings. Which leads to a jumbled mess of an emotions, and a feeling that everything is going to be alright soon. Not as much as it was when he was home, but it's a start.
"Ah, massor! Finsk, svenska, engelsk." Moomin rattles off, a little proud smile on his maw. He's not a particularly skilled individual, but he'd always been happy to learn new languages. Of course ... most of the languages he'd learned weren't rare in the valley, but nobody really bothered to learn all of them as thoroughly as he had.
Oh ... right! "Trevligt att träffas - nice to meet you!" He says, gaze first lingering on Fisk, and then wandering to the others as he repeats himself in English. "I, um, think I'd like to stay, yes," He tells Tena, feeling both relieved and like he's suffocating. It feels sort of like giving up. Like accepting that .. he's not going home. But Moomin knows that this is what's best for him, at least right now, so he simply grins and hopes for the best.

//sorry if the swedish is a little messy, im super rusty sdfhsdf

To be entirely honest, Moomin mostly learned all the other languages to make communicating easier. It was so much easier to make friends when you had a better chance of understanding them! He couldn't do stuff like math well though .. ... he'd been told that it didn't really matter, though. "you know enough to be happy" is what Snufkin had said, and, well, if that meant he was bad at math and exceedingly good with languages, then so be it.
"Tack!" He chirps, his long tail giving a little cheerful wave. However, it quickly droops with the rest of him as soon as she continues her question. Home. "Bara en dal. Det var trevligt." Though somewhat distressed, he forces his ears to perk back up as he smiles at her. It was a sore topic, still fresh in his mind despite the time.
Her continuing was a relief. He hadn't suspected she could speak English, what with her not initially speaking it despite everyone around her doing so. His tail waves, and he smiles brightly once more. It'd be nice to be in close quarters with somebody for a while. "Yes! That'd be great! Tack!" The polar bear, swiftly recovering, beams at the feline. He doesn't seem to notice her anxiety -- he probably wouldn't understand it even if he did, however. There was something endearing about people still in the process of learning everything, in Moomin's own opinion.