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

The youthful man responded in a mannerism that reminded Akavir of Lestan in many aspects—unassuming and with a certain intrigue for knowledge. His muzzle tipped down lightly to reveal he was listening as the other spoke regarding his home and lessons—a faint curiosity pulling in his chest. Since they had established the creek, he had come across many who admitted to having very little knowledge in sparring and tactical battle practice.

Maybe the fact Constantine had bore it within his children was a red flag in many regards, then?

“Well, we have great need for both skills in the Creek if you ever seek to settle down,” he offered then, his tone contemplative as he considered. “Alternatively, if you’re in the area sometime, one of my pack mates is hosting a session to teach others the basics of sparring and defense tactics. Attend, if you wish—just let them know you have Akavir’s permission to do so.”

After another few moments of idle chat, Akavir would continue on his way.