Swiftcurrent Creek Riverbend

@Lethe or anyone else from SC who wants to meet him!

After his voice descended upon the river, he was at a loss for what to do. The silence encroached upon his senses and Njal fell to pacing along the river's edge, moving a few feet only to turn and travel backwards - then turn again, to slowly trail along the stones. He found a small grove of trees and hunkered down amongst their roots for one night, and then two; rousing himself only to do brief patrols, and to breathe the air which was slowly becoming imbibed by the perfume of other wolves. The man could only assume it was the scent of his pack-mates; but he bristled each time a new scent crossed his path. Njal returned to his roost at the same time every night, hoping that this predictability would help lead someone to him.

For now these wolves were voices without faces. The sooner he met them, got a bearing for the kind of individuals they were, the sooner he could decide upon his path. The urge to retreat was strong within him, even on this chilled evening; as he came trotting in to view of his trees, his head low and features intent on trailing an ambiguous smell. He passed by some tracks — fresh, but not canine in shape — and Njal paused to briefly look over their qualities. The creature that left such steps had four toes, and a large fifth digit; long claw marks creased the surface of the soil, and the muddy trail led off in to the snow. Njal's stomach gurgled but he ignored it, growing disinterested in the straying path of the badger which he dully identified.

Njal slid in to the worn disc of crushed grass which served as his sleeping station. While he was growing tired of this wait, he did not groan or sigh in disdain. The wolves were out there somewhere and they would find him; he had heard the call and joined it readily, and if they wanted him, he would be waiting.