Swiftcurrent Creek Elysium

They eased their way across the boundary between home and wilderness, and Njal felt a swelling of confidence as his paws landed upon Swiftcurrent lands. It was bittersweet, but he did not show it. The fact that Lethe had passed so recently still weighed heavily upon the man's spirit, however, he now had Tuwawi. He could focus on her, and leave his grief for later.

The woman's occasional administrations of contact caused him to rumble softly, a pleasant, pleasurable sound. They walked together, with his sturdy short strides, and her quick and long ones; somehow staying in tandem despite the differences in their bodies. He slowed when necessary, but they made good time; slowing to a halt when the heart of the territory was around them. Fox had to be around here somewhere - they were both so eager to find her.

When they halted, Njal turned to his wife and bowed his head to her. He brushed his cheek across her own and nipped lightly at the fur atop her head, preening her with little motions while they waited.