We All Have To Stop Running.

Newol was contently making his way along when a female scent was brought to his nose by the wind. He quickly noticed that it didn't carry with it pack scent, meaning she as a loner, just like him. Continuing on, he thought that it couldn't hurt to meet a new stranger, after all, the wolves he'd met so far had all been very tolerable, even the ones in packs. He knew that this land couldn't be completely free of any corruption or violence, but the fact that he'd been here for so long and had yet to come across any of it was a encouraging sign. However, what he walked up on really caught him by surprise.

When he stepped through the brush and spotted the female, he found himself coming to a full blown stop. She was curled up and shaking with her eyes shut tight like she wanted more then anything to not be found. Instinctively, he lowered his head to appear less imposing, and took a step forward, but keeping a respectable distance and not touching the fea. With a gentle voice, he spoke, "Easy. Easy. Relax, there's no one here to hurt you."

This was an unpracticed skill for him. He'd had experience so far in his life with helping people coup with anger, hate, and sorrow. All that like. But this looked like something else, something he wasn't used to. Something that was a very very unpracticed emotion for him. Fear.