Duck Lake ravens, not ducks

As she explained, Alastor listened closely to what she said. He'd never met someone who enjoyed setting records before, nor had he ever really heard of any records. It was a new thing to him, but many things were bound to be new. A new land, a new life, new faces. Everything seemed different to him, and it had since he first found himself being flown over an ocean and to somewhere different. A place far from home that he was bound and determined to make a life for himself in. So when a wolf talks of things like 'records' and such, his curiosity was inescapable. "Have you ever set any records?" the argent male inquired. "Do you do anything like that in the pack you're apart of now?"