Swiftcurrent Creek The Hunter's Arrow Shines · Pack Hunt

@Bazi @Danica @Scimitar & everyone -- feel free to pp Njal in the background.

When the call rose upon the air, Njal did not know what to make of it. At first he was disoriented, half-asleep and content within the den. But as the sound carried through his foggy mind, he woke up. The first thing his eyes landed on were the squirming bodies of his children - the second, his wife curled around them. The sound was distant. Perhaps only made distant by the earth that curved around their bodies. Curious (but also unwilling to leave his little family) Njal had to force himself away from their company in order to slip out of the den mouth, and pay more attention. He recognized Scimitar's voice just as the summons was fading - but that was enough. That, and the clear call for a hunt. The Gamma cast a brief look to the den as if to say, be home soon, and then took off with a lazy march towards the root of the song.

When he arrived at the edge of the plains, he spotted the bulky silhouette of Scimitar quickly. Early morning light framed his triangular years and traced around his face, moving as Njal walked. When he was closer he caught sight of two distinctly pale wolves; the younger one reaching the tail end of her introduction. Njal didn't bother saying anything yet. He did not wish to disturb the prey that Scimitar was likely targeting. Instead of speak, he passed by the other wolves and gave them a friendly nudge with his nose; however, when he reached Scimitar's side, the warden bumped his shoulder with his own as a means of friendly greeting.