Prayer Of A Refugee

The friendly stranger would approach the male, which only helped to improve his mood that much more. It was nice to meet someone else who had a friendly approach to strangers as he did. Now, Newol was not a wolf without caution, the events of the current time had left there mark. But he was still a good soul, and strove to be so. So when the stranger asked if he could remain for awhile, he smiled around his hearty mouthful and gave a nod of his head to indicate that he didn't mind. The male was more than welcome to stay for awhile.

Stopping for a moment, he violent shook himself in an attempt to remove some of the water from his fur. It was funny, actually. He had developed a taste for fish sense he'd been staying in the East, but his fishing skills where something in need of improvement. After this, he meet the male's gaze and spoke around his mouth full a simple question. "Head half, or tail half?" His friendly smile still in place.