Whitefish River Honor Me - Bro

kinda a short post to get this thread started!

The large cinnamon male swiftly made his way around the territory as the crickets soon began their chirping to liven the approaching night. Connor padded around the flatlands as quickly as his pads could carry him, in fact, he felt like he was flying through the fields as he couldn't feel the blades of grass brushing against his side. Ahead, the scent of Howl reached his nose as he could spot his shape in the far distance. Picking up his pace to a clunky gallop which wasn't his style, he approached the male with confidence but there was some slight hesitation in his eyes as he came to a stop.

"Howl... I'm sorry about all of this..." He stated with sincerity in his tone as his ears dropped, but his gaze still held tight towards Howl.