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

Connor's tail swished with delight as she said that she was glad that both he and Lokie were settling in nicely, but he also noticed how she seemed to be engaged into what he was saying like she was taking mental notes. The muscular male took much appreciation to that, in his mind, someone who listens to what their peers have to say is a great quality, though he was not a judge for those who were going to become future leaders, he was going off by what he has seen. The lady mentioned the crabs and she poked fun at their predicament by throwing her head up and laughing, a clear sign of joking. Connor's brows raised and his emerald gaze full of amusement as he gave her a cheeky smile, "I don't know, perhaps we shall hold a meeting for the crabs and tell their leader that we are two bumbling idiots that mean no harm." He couldn't help but laugh at himself for that as he joined her in her fit of laughing.

Rhaella was more than eager to get the pack forming, but he noticed that she was a little tired but her energy to keep working hard amazed him. In his mind, he wondered if she was letting everyone settle in and taking on the tasks alone, Connor could respect that but his instincts wouldn't let him sit still, work before play, was one of his many motos. The star dusted lady asked where they should start, turning toward the heart of the island, Connor tilted his head a bit, he wasn't sure but he knew they should start on the outside first. "Where ever you want to start," he suggested by turning to her, "but with my somewhat good knowledge, marking up the boarders first lets others know that there is a forming pack and they should probably turn away." Connor wanted to be fair to wonderers since he was met with much hostility when it came to forming territories, "it would make it easier to start with the outside so that we can deal with trespassers first before making dens." He finished, although it was really up to her.