What Side Of the Cage Your On

Newol listened calmly as the fea spoke, a smile situated on his face. He couldn't scald her for her ways, because he himself wasn't the most active member of his own religion. But he did make sure to carry it with him. Not to forget it. He couldn't deny that it was a part of his life. It just wasn't the most massive thing in his life. And though that was perhaps not the greatest thing in the world, he did the best he could. Newol lived day to day for the time being, seeing as he had no real active friends other then the more and more new wolves he was meeting every single day. He was sure that he'd make some real friends eventually, perhaps even something a little more somewhere.

Finally, the female questioned him about his name, and he gave a happy smile as he introduced himself, bowing his head slightly in a show of respect as he did so. Names where powerful things. Names where single words that encompassed every single aspect of who you where. "I do infact. My name is Newol Fated Zaraidd." Bringing his head back up to meet the female before him, he found her brown eyes with his own green eyes. Now it was her turn. "And what of you, friend? What would you have me call you?" He asked in a content voice and welcoming voice.