Blackfoot Forest New comer

AAAAAH, I totally forgot about this thread. I'm dumb, sorry <3

The first compliment on his name ever left the angel's lips, making him perk his ears. It was weird when someone called his name 'nice', yet he liked it. No one here knew who he was and where he came from, no one knew how ashamed he was of his names. It pained him to hear his full name though, so he quickly said; You can call me Goth for short...

Now a question, one that was not so easily answered. He couldn't say he left his own pack for being good-doers as it might make him look like a criminal. Well, yes, he had been a criminal in the past, but that was far behind him. I was dying of hunger and loneliness. I needed a place to call home and stumbled upon this pack's borders. He responded. While he wasn't lying, he wasn't telling the full story.

He didn't want to return the question, as it seemed rather pointless to him. He couldn't care less what had driven the angel to join this pack, nor did he care for the others' reasons. Have you met some of Rosing's members yet? You're the first being I've seen since my arrival.