Goof Off

The bark reaching his ears quickly brought Newol out of any kind of trance he'd been allowed to drift off into and his eyes fell upon the older brute in the distance. It had been a friendly greeting so Newol had no reason to assume hostility to the male yet. Thus, putting on a friendly smile, he continued his pace to close the gap between himself and the other. His scent had to be of some confusion though because of it's nature. He smelt firmly of the wilderness, smelt like a loner, as he had been one his whole life, and now mixed into that was some of Valhalla's pack scent. It was stronger now than it had been before, thanks to the amount of time he'd spent in the pack so far.

This male would actually be a pleasant distraction for the brute as he liked to meet new faces. He wasn't the kind to make an abundance of friends but that was of little matter, because it never hurt to try. He was a smart wolf, and so he new it was important to be kind and friendly. You held a better reputation that way. Plus, there was actually very little else for him to do at the moment so he saw no apparent reason as to why not. Once he was within a respectable distance, the handsom young male gave a nod of his head in welcome and spoke. "Greetings, Friend."