Overture Downs New sights to behold, new adventures to be... made?

A soft thump sounded as cream-colored paws hit the wet, morning dew covered grass. The young male adjusted himself from the descend and peered up at the ledge he had just jumped, giving it a quizzical look of sorts. It had seemed steeper above. Shrugging it off, Faelan unhurriedly gazed back with warm, bright eyes toward the vast open meadow before him, dirt-stained paws automatically guiding him further down the slope and deeper into the pleasantly vegetated terrain. This place was very much unlike his homelands, Duskmire, where most of the landscape was capped with rocks and boulders aplenty. He couldn’t recall there being this much greenery, but either way it was a delightful change.

The air was refreshingly cold this morning, the chilly breeze dancing around through the large territory, its icy touch toying with the high canopies of the scattered trees and long grass surrounding. Body shivered as it swept against the roaming, medium sized wolf, wafting with it the many aromas of wet grass and other damp flora. His nose to twitched, nostrils flaring as his head tilted toward the ground, detecting the smell of nearby water and the occasional scent of various scattered fauna. Gradually, lifting his head, Faelan decided to press onward, ears pivoting a top his head as he remained cautious, yet in awe of this new environment.

His warm eyes observed the other as he continued speaking, head tilting curiously when the stocky man before him mentioned about tracking one of many herds that had passed through the land. Faelan paused. The wandering male hadn’t been paying much attention to the movements of the wildlife, for he’d been too captivated by his new surroundings since his arrival. Now he couldn’t help but think that maybe he should consider redirecting his attention to more important things for the time being. Like food.

The stranger seemed to give a smile, shortly offering their name as well as where they were from. Akavir and Swiftcurrent Creek. Information the young male made sure to absorb before giving a gentle wag of his bushy, unkept tail, ”Faelan.” The yearling replied with a nod. ”Formerly of Duskmire Ridge, a pack situated far East of these wilds.” He added, blinking for a moment as he considered whether or not he should have just left that part out, ”I uh, I’m not really familiar with these lands.” Faelan smiled meekly, ears swivelling back against his head as he looked down to his paws.

Faelan’s eyes followed Akavir’s motion as he pointed in the direction of his home. The young male’s head gave a nod of acknowledgement before looking back as the larger male went on to reveal that there were in fact two other packs located within the valley. Riverclan and Kvarsheim. The yearling took a mental note of both titles, aware that it was good to know such information - especially since he was a complete newbie to this region. The last thing Faelan wanted was to accidentally wander into another pack’s territory. He’d seen before, what could happen if another trespassed on another’s land. And the thought of inadvertently doing it himself made him uneasy.

An alliance was mentioned, and the youth offered a smile. From his understanding, through watching and listening to the elders of his birth pack, it was always good to build and maintain a friendly union between neighboring groups. It was a nice thought. Achievable, though sometimes it didn’t always go to plan. Regardless, Faelan quietly wished Akavir success in such an endeavor.

Riff-Raff... The word caught Faelan’s attention and brown, inked rimmed ears perked upwards, ”Oh.” He said, ”I hope no difficulties have befallen you and your lands…” He questioned with a troubled look creeping across his face. Light eyes still gazing at the ebon male, ”Do you get riff-raff through here regularly?” Faelan asked curiously, unkept tail swaying behind him as he finally fell quiet, waiting for Akavir’s response to his many queries.

Attacked by a gang of wolves, with only himself and his Beta? Wow. Faelan wasn’t much of a fighter and nor were any of his siblings, at least as far as he knew. Having been brought up by a skilled hunter and an avid healer, most of Faelan’s time had been spent studying. And these lessons mainly consisted of learning about herbs and their uses with his mother, to tracking and safely taking down prey with his father. All useful information that had been passed down and drilled into his mind by his parents since pup-hood. Whether he liked it or not. But fighting was rarely done within the lands of Duskmire and not often practiced. Why he did not know.

”Oh my…” Faelan replied with an amazed look within his gaze as he listened to Akavir’s short brief, ears swivelling as the shadowed man then mentioned that the gang had been cleared from the valley. That was certainly good to hear! Faelan didn’t fancy being jumped by a group of wolves whilst roaming the land. ”Well, it’s good to know that they’re no longer within the area.” He exhaled softly, tail giving a gentle wag behind him, though the large shadow’s next words caused his tails movement to cease. Faelan had indeed witnessed a few unsavoury characters along his travels, ”I-uh, I have.” The young timber replied, ”Though I usually try to avoid those that appear troublesome.” He said with a long sigh, ears pinning to his head as peered down to his paws, ”I’m not much of a fighter, you see.” Faelan revealed, light eyes slowly peering back up to the man, ”My parents were more for hunting and medicine.” He offered a faint smile and a small shrug.