Whitefish River Old Friends, New Tragedies

@Rosencrantz ;-;

While his group was resting, Connor too the obligation to scout by himself just to double-check one more time if there were any strange wolves. But while he was at it, he took the time to get to know the scenery better and get introduced to the old territory of Kaistleoki, this was his new home. A home where he can share it with Ira and his new packmates since the Herald promised that he was a dedicated member and someone to call a friend. Speaking of friends, as he was padding through the recent fauna that had sprouted coming the new season, the titan took the time to think to himself about his previous encounters with other wolves. This was because his mind just wanted to think of them so he started with Lokie, his partner, how could he forget his clumsy but lovable personality since he was the first wolf to call a friend at Teekon.

Then, they met Rhaella, a star pelted woman that Connor called his little sister figure, this would be common with the cinnamon man, and the three would join together to try and form Aristos. Along the way, they meet other personalities, all of them unique in their own way, and all of them had a story to tell. He remembered Rosencrantz, the introverted man who had an ice gaze but a warm heart on the inside and an unfortunate fallout with Rhaella. Connor wondered what happened to everyone with him craning his head up to the clouds and bobbing to his motion as he continued to make his way. He knew Lokie went back home, but what about the rest? Perhaps Rhaella went back with Deagon? Did Rosencrantz take Connor's advice and tried to find his own way? Who knows.

The titan tilted his muzzle down and lazily slid his eyes around to check his surroundings for he knew he shouldn't have his noggen up in the clouds and he should focus on his task. The man slowed his pace to a slouched walk with his head at an equal level of his shoulders and his ears flicking to every new sound that came singing into his ears.