Wheeling Gull Isle Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

*busts down door*

The cinnamon man had been roaming the borders of Aristos, he had checked everything a million times over, but with every new scout, he found something new, like strange rocks, or new creatures that Aristos would be neighboring. Connor was starting to get used to the island and its quirks, though he would always prefer the mountains any day. He can admit, he has a bias, but everyone does, he wouldn't be the type to start complaining about how this wasn't like his homeland. The muscular man padded on the sand, it was giving in under his weight for it was raining, Connor's fear was starting to prickle up and swirl within him, storms were taken seriously in the mountains because they can cause great damage. However, he was always equipped for the worst since that's what his mountain pack has trained him for, for instance, snow was something he was an expert at.

But something was off, there was a strange feeling arousing in his chest, in fact, the fear of flooding seemed to be wiped from his memory for something else was amidst. Connor stop where he was, his instincts told him to listen for something off to which he obeyed, and unfortunately, this weird feeling turned out to be something worse than Connor initially thought. With his head craned up, he quickened his pace to where the trouble was, and his senses had led him to what one of his greatest fears was, a packmate that was being attacked by a strange wild animal. But this animal was unknown to Connor, it was fat and had large fangs sticking out of it, and no paws to speak of, only flippers. This creature was attacking Rosencrantz, someone who he had just met, and while the white titan was trying his best, it was of no avail, he was bleeding intensely from the thigh, which would slow him down. This triggered Connor's protective instincts as he ripped open his muzzle to reveal hidden sharp fangs, his coal tipped ears pinned on his head and his back fur rose is aggregation.

He wasted no time, Connor sprang into action with a bolting start, his paws scooped up mounds of sand as his muscular body charged to where the beast was with his emerald gaze wild with fire. This was rare for anyone to see of Connor, and with a roaring snarl, he leaped a powerful bound at the beasts face, his bear trap-like jaws snapping on the beasts head, he could feel its ugly blood filling his mouth. The titan dug his back paws into the wet sand to give him more leverage and began dragging his fangs along the beasts face. The creature obviously didn't like this and began thrashing about to fling Connor off, it did this with success but not without consequence, as it shook Connor off, the cinnamon male managed to drags his fangs deeper with a quick slash. It roared in anger and pain with its tusks flying, Connor almost lost balance but readjusted himself with his muscles bulging and drawing in deep and fierce snarls. Though he knew he couldn't do this on his own, the beast began to charge at the two of them as Connor positioned himself in front of Rose as a shield, but his mountain training has taught him to use his environment during a fight and that is what he was going to do.

He dug his coal tipped paws into the sand and flung it right into the charging beast's eyes, it howled in irritation as he was temporarily blind, Connor used this to quickly glance back at Rosencrantz and check if he was okay. The titan would stay true to his word that he said to Rhaella, he would protect his packmates, and he was going to fight till the end, his emerald gaze was filled with concern as he looked at his comrade to see if he was okay.