Gyrfalcon's Keep walking up the rocky path

The juvenile's right ear perked up as the man spoke — one word in particular standing out among the rest. Outrider. It stirred his interest as the man had stated he was one and had mentioned exploring and travelling along with it. Was it some sort of special position within a pack? Like how Thistle was a healer and Julooke was in charge of prey and hunts. Staring intently at the grey-toned man, Atreyu crept slightly closer, right ear flicked forward with keen interest. His question if the boy was hungry was a strange contrast to his initial attitude but received a happy wag of Atreyu's tail, yet he pushed it aside for the moment.

"Wait, wait, what's an Outrider," he said the word with reverence, testing it out. Oh yes, he liked the sound of it. "You're an explorer, too?" Of course, Atreyu wasn't officially an explorer quite yet, he had really only stumbled upon the lands that surrounded the coast and, even then, had not wandered too far into them. But that did not quell his adventurous spirit, serving only to make him want to explore even further.