There were still heaps of treasures to be found in Wolfville if he just took time to look hard enough. Halifax had been raided much more frequently as it was not claimed by any pack, but Conor found that he could relax so much better once he was out of the crazed Rosen’s sight. Conor was not as soft and fragile as he once had been, but he still sort of feared his father to a certain degree. Especially because he had sworn to Kaena that he would do what he could to end this madness. He knew some lives had already been lost because of the conflict, but he knew that what they had experienced so far was nothing compared to what would come.
The young male was more conflicted than ever – having interacted with the coyotes he was less willing to fight them than he had been at the start. There was so much innocence tainted by his father’s dark madness. Conor often wrestled with his own rage, trying to determine how to best deal with the situation at hand. He was used to being powerless, but he felt that he had a higher responsibility now. Alexey and the children as well as the rest of Dahlia de Mai. Despite the bad luck with his parents, Dahlia de Mai was his home and the lands had once been tranquil and beautiful. Haku seemed only to want to ruin everything and cause hatred to rise up against the pack that his own mother had created together with Cercelee nearly two years earlier. It was unacceptable.
The gold and cinnamon coated male moved swiftly through the streets, unable to find what he was looking for. In truth he was not looking for anything in particular anyway, though he would gladly take any blankets or matches. It was the loot most searched for and his expectations were not high. He thought of Pendzez and wondered if he should try to search for a similar sword. That too would be difficult to find if not impossible. Useless as well, for right now Conor was only allowed to wave with sticks – he was not anywhere close to the skill level he needed in order to wield an actual blade.