Top of the Mornin' to Ya

*Conall* · 04-04-2014, 08:04 AM

The silence of the orchard was suddenly broken when a soft woof caught his attention. His ear flicked toward the sound and he came to an abrupt halt. He turned a curious green gaze toward the source and spotted a snowy white fea not too far off his own path. Finally! He was beginning to wonder if any other wolves here after all. Conall grinned a lopsided smile and padded in her direction.

He stopped and settled down on his haunches in front of her as she spoke, his ears perking up and eyes widening in surprise. "Queen, eh? Why, I'd be honored, your majesty!" he replied in his thick Irish drawl, dipping his head low in a small bow. "Conall Dunn at your service, m'lady." She was certainly lovely and he appreciated that a Queen would take the time to speak with a passing stranger such as himself.

Conall shifted a bit to lean to his left, taking some of the pressure off his right hip. "Old injuries, ya know," he explained simply with a chuckle and a shrug. Ever since the fight where he earned the large scar that can over that hip it liked to give him trouble from time to time. Nothing he would want to worry this lovely lady about though. He was sure she had her own problems to worry about, what with running a pack and all. "So this is how Queens spend their down time, eh? Lounging in orchards and talking with old warriors?"

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