We All Have To Stop Running.

Taking a deep breath in, Newol exhaled slowly through his nose, allowing every stray nerve along his body to relax. Something about this female before him was slowly starting to intrigue him, but he couldn't quite place it in his mind. Was it the fact that she looked as though she needed help with something? Was it that strange black cross on her shoulder. Was it her appearance over all? Slowly, he worked the thought from his mind for the moment as she spoke, arriving at the conclusion that it was some combination there of.

She quickly showed a displeasure with being called so formal a name, which Newol was not upset by. He didn't like being referred to in that manor himself. But he'd merely been trying to be polite, and so held no regret. After all, a moment ago she was bundled up on the ground shaking, and now he had her sitting up and talking. So he was not making the situation worse, thankfully. Finally when she gave him some reasoning, a bit of understanding washed over him. He could understand nightmares. They where something in your head, something you couldn't run from. But Newol chose to handle his nightmares with a pinch of salt, and dismissing them and moving on as quickly as he could. But then, not every wolf was the same. So finally, putting on a friendly smile, he spoke again.

"This is true. I can clearly remember a few nightmares myself." A bit of distance filled his eyes as he recalled some of the images that had haunted him in the past, one in particular where a pair of massive jaws had risen out of the desert sand and closed on him, and other, less homely things. Snapping back to the moment, he returned to the cute, young fea in front of him. "But one can prefer not to let anything dampen their spirits. Not even their own mind." Pausing for a moment to consider if those words might have been a little too much, his tail moved from his paws to behind him, ears perching back up. "Is there any assistance I could be of to you, Angel?" He offered politely.