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

His presence had caught the other off guard—he saw the other’s amber eyes sharp upon him as he approached, and as the tawny male lowered his head closer to the ground in mollified wariness, Akavir maintained his own posture as neutral, spare for the sweep of his dark tail in a welcoming manner.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he offered as he moved closer, eyes swinging from the other to briefly glance to the source of water that had been found. “I’ve just been tracking one of the herds that came through here,” he offered in brief explanation. He offered a small pause—and then, with the intent of maintaining polite conversation, the corner of his lips allowed the trace of a smile. “I’m Akavir, from Swiftcurrent Creek.”