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Dances of Celebration, Joining Of Two Hearts



Newol

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
147
size
Large
build
posts
115
player
03-21-2014, 04:42 PM
Newol

The brute looked up from where he stood at the shore of the lake when the call reached his ears. He had been cleaning the day off of his fur, taking a moment to himself in the process. The past few days had been eventful for him. Newol was the desert brat stray from the wilderness no more. He had been formally adopted by Erani only just days before. And the title had taken some getting used to. In fact, he was still getting used to it in his head. In fact, it had damn near changed him. Rising to his paws, he took off toward the song that had graced the sky.

The brute had to be aware of himself in a new ways now. Ways he didn't have to before. His actions spoke of someone more than just himself now. They spoke of his family. They spoke of his Alpha, and by extent, his whole pack. As well as the Zaraidd Bloodline. His only fear thought was that he might find a view somewhere along those borders that clashed with one another. But he also believed that the likely hood of that was very very low. This new name of his though, he had grown increasingly very fond of. Newol Zaraidd Adravendi. It had a very nice ring to it.

Finally, the new Adravendi stepped into the group of wolves around the stone, taking a place in the crowd where the woman he could call mother and that called him son could see him. He settled on his rump and did his best to calm himself, but he was still uncomfortable around all these wolves. He recognized most by face now, as they where his pack mates, but didn't actually know them that well. And he was certain they could share a similar story of him. It made him uneasy. He's ears standing on end and tail swinging behind him every now and again, he checked around him, sizing up the crowd, before finally settling his eyes on Erani. He was sure she knew how much this was uncomfortable for him, but he was trying his best. Finally, he forced and uneasy smile to his maw.

At least he was freshly groomed.