Barrow Fields Open Up Your Eyes

The small wolf approached him, he seemed to be unphased by Connor and so his fears were put to rest, if this was a pack pup, he wouldn't want to frighten him to the point where his pack came charging in. But the giant didn't have to worry about that for now, he looked down on the young one and smiled, his emerald gaze was welcoming, but he was wondering where the put came from or why he was here. The whelp had answered his question by gesturing to the cost, Connor looked over there with interest, his ears were perked, he was wondering if there even was a pack over there, he assumed there was and made a note about it. His orbs went back to look at the smaller wolf, his coal tipped tail wagged and his smile beamed.

"My name is Connor," he started, he wanted to make sure that they could get acquainted before anything else would happen, "what is your name?" He chirped cheerfully as he slid gracefully down the rock on the side and slid on his paws near the pup. Although the one thing that still bothered him was why he was out here alone, it was dangerous for a whelp to be out here by himself, he could get hurt or killed. But Connor didn't look outright worried but his gaze turned into a bit of concern, "what are you doing out here all by yourself?" He asked the pup with his head cocked to the side a little.