Despite All My Rage

Homecoming - Linkin Park

Her answer struck him very bluntly. It was actually rather surprising considering his attempt to appear welcoming. Newol was not much into making enemies or hostile interactions. Yes, he had his darker moments, but those where contained souly to himself. She didn't seem very friendly, but at the same time in her demeanor, she didn't appear hostile. And she did carry pack scent. Newol knew he didn't, and it struck a pang inside of him. She hadn't been openly hostile yet, though, and he knew that was because they weren't within any pack lands, so he would continue to attempt to be social.

She asked him his name, and this brought a smile to his face. He loved his name. His name was a strong one, His first name being the one his birth mother gave him, the second part being the name of the royal bloodline that had ruled over another land for generations now, and the last part being the name of his adopted mother. That last part meaning that he had somewhere to belong if he wanted. It meant that there was someone willing to claim him. So, lowering himself to a setting position, he spoke his name, continuing to use a welcoming tone. "Newol Zaraidd Adravendi." And with a single wage of his tail, he addressed the fea before him. "And you?"