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The giant was making sure that Aristos was more than prepared, he wanted to create a space or help create a space, where Rhaella and Lokie and the rest of his pack could find sanctuary. He remembered the talk he had with Rhaella and how she told him that what he was doing was good for he was honoring his family's memory, and that is what he was going to do. He had been separated from Lokie which ached his heart, he wanted to skid off and run to his best friend to see if he was okay and if he was adapting well, perhaps that's what he should do. But, his thoughts were interrupted by a strange mixed scent, his nose twitched trying to make it out however he couldn't, so he followed his nose to where this new scent may be. The titan male made his way along the outskirts of the beach, his coal tipped paws had led him to a new wolf, one he hadn't seen, perhaps he was lost? Trespassing? Connor was sure that he and Rhaella had marked the borders.

But what stopped Connor from padding up to him with haste was the mixed scent of Rhaella on him, perhaps they have spoken? Perhaps she invited him to Aristos? The male's eyes beamed as he padded up to the stranger with a welcoming expression and a wagging tail in greeting, he stopped far enough from the male as to not spook him and to give him his space. "Hello!" Connor called out to him, his face was still welcoming and polite as Connor moved a little closer but stopped, respecting a personal bubble, "my name is Connor," he began, "I am part of a forming pack called Aristos and I was wondering if you are joining said pack?" His voice was calm but eager, he did his best to retain a kind tone and refrain from being weird and annoying as the titan kept wagging his tail in greeting.