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

He wove his way past the creek and to the nearby territories. For now, his intent was to track the herds going past—perhaps, closer to spring in the next few weeks, the packs of the Rising Sun Valley would gather and hold a large hunt with one another—a feast to celebrate reigning peace and growing families among them.

The white-tail deer had been through here—though the shadowrunner was keen on even larger game. Three packs, after all, was a lot to feed—and the creek would be welcoming at least one litter of puppies.

Veering, Akavir found his way to the downs, exceptionally pale eyes casting upon a form in the distance. He didn’t recognize the tawny man—and uttering a chuff to garner attention, Akavir made to close the distance between them, his own form held amicably, his nose drifting upward to try to scent the other.