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

Connor couldn't help but get into a giggling fit with Rhaella's joke, he was glad that she had a sense of humor as most wolves seemed to take things a little too seriously in his mind, yet again, Lokie took everything as a joke but he didn't mind that at all. The giant male nodded with obedience as Rhaella said that they should start at the beach and leave the forest for later, he quickly followed her and began following her process of marking up places with his claws and rubbing himself on objects so that they could get their scents on their new territory. Rhaella chuckled that this place will smell of Aristos to which Connor would reply with a chuckle as well, "the scent will even carry over to packs over the mountains!" He jokingly exclaimed, he was quite enjoying the company of Rhaella, like a family, big brother, younger sister.

As the two carried on with their marking, the question that he thought of kept buzzing around in his head, he really wanted to express his concerns with her, he knew that friends shouldn't keep secrets from each other so he mustered himself up to ask the question. "Uhm Rhaella?" He began, turning to the young girl with a bit of concern on his face, "I was wondering since we live so close to the water, do you think that when it rains, the tide will come up and flood the island? Flood the dens?" This was a real concern of his since the last time there was flooding, his siblings drowned and he didn't want the same thing to happen to any of his pack mates, he wouldn't allow it.