Whitefish River How to save a life

There was a lot going in the pack already, and it didn't help that the news was fast to spread that the Count and his mate were filed missing, and with Ira cooped up in the den with her litter, he had to step up and help. The titan was determined to set out straight away on his own for he had trust in his skills that was coupled with his determination to find the missing members.

He was in this pack now, and he was going to pull his weight.

So when he began to make his way towards the outskirts of the territory, the summoning howl of Emrik shot through his coal tipped ears, to which the large male turned his head towards the call with a curious gleam in his eyes. But why was he being called? Or was he being specifically being called, ah well, Connor huffed and weaved his body around so that he would begin his trot towards Emrik. It didn't take long for him to get there, but once he got there he tried to look pleased to see him but he was more focused on wanting to find the missing Count and his mate.

Connor slowed his pace a few paw-lengths away from the Squire, "Hello Emrik, is there something that you need?" The giant tilted his head a bit with a bit of a serious look on his face.