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

Faelan’s eyes followed Akavir’s motion as he pointed in the direction of his home. The young male’s head gave a nod of acknowledgement before looking back as the larger male went on to reveal that there were in fact two other packs located within the valley. Riverclan and Kvarsheim. The yearling took a mental note of both titles, aware that it was good to know such information - especially since he was a complete newbie to this region. The last thing Faelan wanted was to accidentally wander into another pack’s territory. He’d seen before, what could happen if another trespassed on another’s land. And the thought of inadvertently doing it himself made him uneasy.
 
An alliance was mentioned, and the youth offered a smile. From his understanding, through watching and listening to the elders of his birth pack, it was always good to build and maintain a friendly union between neighboring groups. It was a nice thought. Achievable, though sometimes it didn’t always go to plan. Regardless, Faelan quietly wished Akavir success in such an endeavor.
 
Riff-Raff... The word caught Faelan’s attention and brown, inked rimmed ears perked upwards, ”Oh.” He said, ”I hope no difficulties have befallen you and your lands…” He questioned with a troubled look creeping across his face. Light eyes still gazing at the ebon male, ”Do you get riff-raff through here regularly?” Faelan asked curiously, unkept tail swaying behind him as he finally fell quiet, waiting for Akavir’s response to his many queries.