With a small flick of her ears and twitch of his nose, Njal banished whatever that was which had popped in to his head. Paws halted their digging and covering for a moment, and he advanced upon her, reaching with his boxed snout to nudge her confidently upon the shoulder - in time with the admittance of her name. The word fox made him want to turn around and look; thinking she had noticed something behind him. Perhaps a pest who was eager for the fish he had just buried.
"That's my name," She clarified quickly. The Russian, with his ever-present grim expression, finally cracked a tiny smile. A smirk. "I am Njal," He retorted with a small bow of his head, which descended so that his skull was briefly level with his shoulders. He raised himself a second later, falling easily in to the posture his rank afforded. "Are you.. Hungry?" Njal posited, with a slight turn of his body - going to retrieve the fish he had so diligently put away, moments before.
She didn't look hungry, but offering food was polite. Right?