We're gunna Pretend

Another song caught the air and caused a twitch of Newol's ear. Ending the note he carried, he slowly brought his maw down as his eye's opened, then turned in the direction that song had come from. Spotting the brown and white fea, he adorned his face with a smile. Raising to his feet, he approached, keeping away from her at a respectable distance as not to make her uncomfortable. With a polite bow of his head, he offered her greeting. "Good Morning." It was funny, how social of a wolf he'd become. Once upon a time Newol stuck fiercely to his small circle. Not wanted to risk new people, mostly because he was afraid of upsetting or offending them. But now, now he did much better.