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

An apology was offered and Faelan gazed at the ebony male awkwardly, mind slowly registering the man’s words before giving his head a swift shake, ”Th..that’s quite alright.” He replied softly, ears twitching nervously as his paws began to fidget against the damp earth beneath them.

 

His warm eyes observed the other as he continued speaking, head tilting curiously when the stocky man before him mentioned about tracking one of many herds that had passed through the land. Faelan paused. The wandering male hadn’t been paying much attention to the movements of the wildlife, for he’d been too captivated by his new surroundings since his arrival. Now he couldn’t help but think that maybe he should consider redirecting his attention to more important things for the time being. Like food.

 

The stranger seemed to give a smile, shortly offering their name as well as where they were from. Akavir and Swiftcurrent Creek. Information the young male made sure to absorb before giving a gentle wag of his bushy, unkept tail, ”Faelan.” The yearling replied with a nod. ”Formerly of Duskmire Ridge, a pack situated far East of these wilds.” He added, blinking for a moment as he considered whether or not he should have just left that part out, ”I uh, I’m not really familiar with these lands.” Faelan smiled meekly, ears swivelling back against his head as he looked down to his paws.