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

A soft thump sounded as cream-colored paws hit the wet, morning dew covered grass. The young male adjusted himself from the descend and peered up at the ledge he had just jumped, giving it a quizzical look of sorts. It had seemed steeper above. Shrugging it off, Faelan unhurriedly gazed back with warm, bright eyes toward the vast open meadow before him, dirt-stained paws automatically guiding him further down the slope and deeper into the pleasantly vegetated terrain. This place was very much unlike his homelands, Duskmire, where most of the landscape was capped with rocks and boulders aplenty. He couldn’t recall there being this much greenery, but either way it was a delightful change.

The air was refreshingly cold this morning, the chilly breeze dancing around through the large territory, its icy touch toying with the high canopies of the scattered trees and long grass surrounding. Body shivered as it swept against the roaming, medium sized wolf, wafting with it the many aromas of wet grass and other damp flora. His nose to twitched, nostrils flaring as his head tilted toward the ground, detecting the smell of nearby water and the occasional scent of various scattered fauna. Gradually, lifting his head, Faelan decided to press onward, ears pivoting a top his head as he remained cautious, yet in awe of this new environment.