I must be willing to give up what I am in order to become what I will be.

The clay squished between his toes in a most delightful way. Once he was done kneading it he started to roll it into a ball. Bowls were kind of round and a ball was kind of round so that seemed like a good place to start. His ears twitched at the sound of movement and he looked up to see a large, dark-pelted male. Unafraid he simply gazed up curiously at the man as the other asked what he was making. "Well, I'm trying to make a bowl. It's not there yet, but I'll figure it out. My name is Nelu, what's yours? Are you a guard or something?" He hadn't met any of the wolves outside his family though he understood the concept of the pack and that the Hallows wolves wouldn't hurt him.