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

As the timber aimlessly strolled through the land, he found his mind trailing off to think of his family. An irritated sigh slipped from parted jaws and his brow furrowed. Yes, his family weren’t happy with most of his life choices, and the thought of one of their own ‘abandoning’ the pack, (as they liked the phrase it at the time), to merely chase adventure, just wasn’t fathomable. But what was done, was done. Faelan was free to do as he pleased, fate be his.
 
Slowly, he approached a small, nearby stream to quench his growing thirst, but, before Faelan could lower his snout to the waters surface, an unexpected chuff snared him from his thoughts. Warm amber eyes blinked for a moment, widening at the sudden realization that he was no longer alone here. Crap. His body became stiff, ears flicking back against his head as the young male cautiously turned himself to face the shadowy figure. Unsure of what to do now that he was looking at the stranger, Faelan instinctively lowered his head as they seemed to be approaching, the yearling offering a respectful bow of sorts before letting out a friendly chuff of his own in response. It had been a long time since he'd conversed with another.