True to his word to Dawn the day he joined Whitebark Stream, he spent much of his time patrolling the borders. His knowledge in combat was nothing special, but he knew enough to at least be of use. Still, being a perfectionist, he had a mental note to seek out a mentor he could train under & sharpen his skills.

In the meantime, he brushed against the bark of a tree here & there, occasionally leaving a mark where the pack scent was weak. It was a mindless job that allowed his mind to wander despite that being against his wishes. There wasn't much to think about except his traumatic past. Connor considered taking a detour just to distract himself, but his sense of duty kept him going for now.

A little bark caught his attention, so he stopped & turned to find a pale young wolfess with a chipper demeanor. She greeted him kindly, & he smiled, tail waving lightly. Hello. My name is Connor. Who are you? He greeted.