Swiftcurrent Creek Elysium

Njal had a limited understanding towards how women worked. It was a plain fact, but it was there. He was ignorant to the feelings of his new Alpha, even as the peace that he shard with Tuwawi was shattered. When Fox rose in to being before them, she had a snarl painted across her petite features and was wildly out of control - surprising Njal into inaction, which was unlike him. His body grew rigid from the sound alone and he would have defended his wife, but the ingrained loyalty to his leader prevented him.

Tuwawi handled it as best she could, from what he witnessed. As she crunched low and held herself behind him, Njal finally took the cue and wedged his blocky self between the girl and his wife; perplexed and a little irritated by the unwelcome assault. The man's fur bristled slightly but he still resisted the instinctual urge to curl his lip at his Alpha. It wasn't right - but neither was Fox's behaviour.

Njal watched the girl for a moment with a challenging power behind his gaze, lifting himself to posture against the girl, until she calmed down at the very least. With a heavy breath Njal tried to ease the tense situation, but he found himself doubting his words in the back of his mind. "Fox. This is Tuwawi - my wife." Emphasis was placed upon the appropriate word, before he lowered his stance in a subordinate gesture of peace. "We have been separated for some time, but have found one another. I ask that she be given a home here, with me."

He didn't have to say it - but if Fox refused, he was sure to leave this place behind. It was a threat he did not want to make, with all the progress and attachment he had made within Swiftcurrent.