Wheeling Gull Isle The Road To Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions

The large male hadn't noticed the rain that was slowly pelting him, perhaps he was too much in his mind to notice, but he did start to notice that the ground started to give weigh and his paws were sinking a little. But he thought of this like when dirt gets wet and it becomes mud, it is all a part of the adapting process but he has to admit that the sand felt a bit weird. Connor blinked at this but he decided to move out of his space to avoid looking silly and continued his scouting. The rain was never going to be a problem for him, he had his experiences with flooding and he was starting to worry about flooding in the new camp since they were surrounded by water and he made sure that none would die to flood ever again. This brought Connor to want to find Rhaella to express his concerns with this issue but he didn't want to start complaining to the Lady right away.

But his chance had come, his name was called by the future leader and Connor swiveled his head to the sound of her voice. The chirp of her voice was more than welcomed to the older man as he gave a welcoming smile like they had been friends for years. His coal tipped tail wagged from side to side with an even pace as she approached him, Connor gave a dip of his head, "Rhaella! How are you?" He began with a welcoming tone, "I was just checking the area out, looks good!" Connor said with eagerness, the man was happy to explore his new areas and wanted to get the best of his new home, his emerald gaze was scanning the area one last time before looking back at his leader with excitement but was respectful.