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

The man made a generic comment of kindness—stirring the hint of a smirk at the corner of Akavir’s lips at the maintained pleasantries. Idly, he wondered what the yearling would say if Akavir revealed to him that they no longer had trouble in their lands—Akavir had quite literally thrown the riff-raff down the creek.

Instead, he tipped his muzzle softly in quiet acceptance of the comment, though it was the rogue’s next question that beckoned more thought from him. “It’s been quiet this winter,” he allowed, shifting his weight. “We had a gang of wolves try an attack on us when it was just my Beta and I… but they’ve gone now, it seemed. Cleared out of this valley, for now, at least.”

He shrugged, his eyes drawing back to study the other man. “I would think you would witness more than enough ‘riff raff’ and trouble being a lone wolf.”