Gyrfalcon's Keep walking up the rocky path

Atreyu listened intently as the man explained the term. It seemed to be self-explanatory, only a little bit cooler sounding than explorer. They also relayed messages? The boy wondered what sort of messages packs exchanged amongst each other — surely they wouldn't have many reasons to communicate aside from the usual stay out of my territory and reprimanding wolves who hunted too close to their land. And recruiters? Perhaps Chrysanthemum was going for the trade, too? But she had only greeted him at the borders when he was already intent of joining the Bay.

Atreyu's mind swirled with this new information, excitedly thinking over the many possibilities that it brought along with it. This meant he had a legitimate reason to go explore and he could earn some respect in the Alpha's eyes in the meantime. "Atreyu the Adventurer," he barked, bowing forward theatrically. Soon to be Atreyu the Outrider, he thought with a grin. It had quite a nice ring to it. "So you haven't been down to this part of the coast, then? You're out exploring? I can show you some good spots to hunt!" Truthfully, he really only knew as much as the stranger about the territory — perhaps even less so — but the boy liked to pretend he knew everything.