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

Connor looked at the leader with an anxious look, flooding was at the top of his concerns at the moment since it would be the death of him if he couldn't rescue his packmates from the terrors of the water. What he did appreciate was her concern for him, they seemed to have each other's back, and he would do the same for her if something was troubling her, it was his instinct to make sure that everyone was happy, and to especially those he viewed as family. He found himself at ease when Rhaella explained what they would do in case of flooding, she seemed to acknowledge his concern with a kind smile, assuring that his fears would be put to rest. The small lady had bumped his shoulder, reminding him that she was there to help, and Connor returned to her with a relieved smile, "thanks, its good to know we have a plan in case that was to happen." He didn't want to put a damper on the mood, so he gave her a cheerful smile as they continued their way on marking the borders, at this point it seemed like they had been through the edge of the island a thousand times.

Connor looked at Rhaella with a determined smile, "it seems we have marked everything," he huffed with satisfaction, "now then my lady," he started with a playful bow and a silly tone, "where shall we go next?" He said with a playful smile like an older brother would do with his younger sister.