We All Have To Stop Running.

Finally, two blue eyes came up to meet him. He held his position, nether retreating, nor advancing. Newol didn't want to put any kind of pressure on this female in the state she appeared to be in. So for the time being, he chose to stay right where she could see him. Of course, this whole thing could have just been a mistake. He wanted to help this creature, but he was souly going off of his gut here. Dealing with fear wasn't something he'd had a lot of experience.

But for the moment, all it seemed she could do was stare at him with those blue eyes of hers. After a few moments had past and she hadn't made the first move or noise, Newol gave a long sigh. Staying at his respectable distance, he lowered himself to sit on his rump and brought his tail around to rest on his paws in front of him. He wanted to help this girl shake off what ever was haunting her, but he just wasn't sure what to do. Something awful had happen to this girl if she was this spooked. By what, he still wasn't sure, as he had no clue that it had been him that had done this because this had been how he'd found her. Finally, he chose to speak again, hoping to spark some confidence in this woman before him. "Breath, friend, your safe."

With a slight bow of his head, he continued, trying to stay calm and encouraging with his voice as he introduced himself. "I'm Newol Zaraidd. Do you have a name, friend?" Silently, he cursed himself for not having the practiced skill to handle this situation. Right now he was going with what he felt was right.