This pack was one of those that kept live horses around. Apparently they sat on them. Now, who would do such a strange thing? Did they not have legs to walk on, strength in their bodies? Conor did not understand why wolves would need to sit on what he could only think of as prey. It was not his right to judge them by their way of living though, and the boy pushed the thought away as he walked along the borders of Aniwaya. Conor was not one of those who stupidly walked into someone’s territory without a clue. He always tried to make sure to follow all guidelines. Walking into a claimed territory was never seen as a particularly smart thing to do for an outsider. Lavender eyes scanned what he could see of the Aniwayan territory for now. His curiosity would not be satisfied by looking at it from afar. He generally liked exploring. Perhaps he could try to call for a member and politely ask to be shown around or something?
Conor was still slightly shy, but he did believe in challenging himself, and he was finding that he slowly was working up more confidence as he succeeded in those tasks he gave himself. The boy, today in his plain wolf form, lifted his face up towards the sky and let out a short yip, not wanting members too far away to be able to hear the call. It would be silly to make them travel long just to be asked to walk him around. No, if there were anyone around closer to him, then great. If not, then that was alright too. This was just something he did in order to try to sate his immediate curiosity about the pack and its lands. Perhaps he could learn how they lived here. Apparently not every pack was like Dahlia. Some were more hostile, like Inferni (or so he had heard) while other tried to live more civilized. Perhaps that was why they were riding horses..