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The titan didn't make note of his pelt colors, in fact, it slipped his mind, but he was more focused on who this particular wolf was and if he was a stranger or not. Connor made note that this wolf was smaller than him, perhaps he was intimidating him? To him, whenever one looks at Connor, they see a tower, a muscular man that could harm them, but that wasn't the case. However, he put this past him and kept up his friendly matter, he would approach all strangers like this, unless they gave him a reason not to but he hoped it would never come to that. His coal tipped tail was still wagging, his emerald orbs were warm and welcoming, his muscles relaxed, he was taking lessons from Lokie. The smaller man said his name was Tarot and he explained that Rhaella had let him stay if Rhaella was approving of him, so was Connor, unless, again, he gave him a reason not to.

Connor gave a dip of his head, to show that he was no threat, or at least he tried to, "nice to meet you Tarot, it's a pleasure to be meeting you," he replied as he craned his head back up to meet the smaller man's gaze. The cinnamon male didn't want this to be awkward, he didn't want to be remembered for being a giant intimidating mountain, so he tried to distract the man from feeling uncomfortable with him. "So what brings you to Aristos?" He started, sitting on his haunches, he was going to try to make conversation with this wolf.