Nothing Feared More.

It was Newol's nature to explore. It's what he did. It's how he functioned. With the rate of speed at which he was able to think, he had a need to take in things that where new to him. And as such he explored. He still had need of a permanet point of residence, but he had yet to place every pack in his new environment. And being a wolf of his particular nature, he wanted to make sure he was a respectable distance from any of them so as not to displease anyone. But ever sense he'd gotten here, the life and the trees and the abundance of resources the likes of which he'd not seen coming of age fascinated him to no end. This, this is what it took to support a pack. That would explain why there had been no packs in the desert he was from. Why it had all been wanderers and the lost.

That's what flooded his mind as he sat and looked at the wall before him. Newol had set out from home a yearling raised by a rag tag band of Misfits with courage in his heart and with pain and fear just a paw step behind him. And sense the day he started running, he'd been able to stay just that, one good solid paw step ahead. His was a positive out look. And now here he sat, with the desert sands firmly behind him. But something about this wall intrigued him. It was a wall of stone stacked high about his head keeping the treeline that he sat in separated from the other side. It was like something from the stories of old that had been passed down in his family line. Of good battling evil. Stories that his own journey couldn't hold a stick to. A small lick of the royal Zaraidd bloodline pulsed through his veins, but it was still there. And his father had done everything in his power to make sure that's he'd be raised as such. But Newol hadn't let it go to his head. He knew his place in the world.

Finally, the morning sun made it's way over the horizon and began to shed light into the world again. At that moment, Newol realized how tired he was. He'd been so inclined to explore that his sleeping pattern had been anything but normal. He'd stayed up all night just moving about and sticking his nose here and there scenting flowers he'd never seen before in his life and gnawing on leaves of planets that where just as new to him. It was a very childish way that he expressed his fascination with this place with such a curiosity and joyous energy. But then, to him, Joy was a priceless thing.