Whitefish River Old Friends, New Tragedies

With his shoulder blades rising and falling with the rhythm he decided to shake his coat as he slowly dragged his paws around, but perhaps he should rest for a little bit then he could either continue his patrol, or he heads back to find Emrik. The titan stretched out his jaw into a large and slow yawn, he had been working for a while, but he would persevere even though his paws might fall off. However, the scent of another would fill his nostrils which woke him up real quick with a jerk of his head and blinking eyes. Connor could easily be hostile towards new faces since some wolves had done the same to him but he knew that two wrongs didn't make a right. So his muzzle leads the way as his ears were perked and he picked up the pace into a much faster walk towards the stranger.

But this stranger was Rosencrantz.

The cinnamon titan almost tripped over his paws as he tried to stop himself and realize that this wolf was indeed Rosencrantz and that familiar scent came arousing in his nose. His coal tipped ears swiveled towards the back of his head but not in a hostile way as a look of shock and confusion molded his expression as his emerald gaze was glued onto Rosencrantz's deformed face. "Gosharoony..." He whispered in disbelief, "Rosencrantz? Is that you?" The male raised his brows and left his jaws part open slightly as his old acquaintance left him in awe which was starting to mold into slight concern.

"What the hell happened?" His voice almost cracked in distress as he started to look at him all over as he stepped a little closer but went no further.