Sven listened attentively to the other man's story, a short summary of not just what brought him here to the Lore, but also his self-assigned purpose in this life. It was a goal that Sven could very easily empathize with, and he had to wonder if it wasn't the same line of thinking that had brought Elettra here, away from the umbrella of Torbine to carve out her own piece of the world. Yes, if all this wolf had to say was genuine, Sven decided that he very much liked him. Yet there was the problem; the Ridge would only ever belong to Archer's, and unless this man became Ravenna's mate, he would have to eventually move on from the Willows to have what he desired. Still, if all was done with respect and tact, providing a stepping stone for the strength of a potential ally would not be a mistake.

"A worthy pursuit," he commended with a nod.

"The Draw lies a few days North, and the Hollow remains in the forest, last I knew. Other than that, you're looking at a week's travel South or a trip over the mountain," which was all well and good as far as Sven was concerned. "Take your time, I wouldn't want a wolf that makes such decisions lightly."