When Tuwawi exhaled, he finally turned. The tension in the air was still quite strong but it ebbed and lulled as he tried to relax. The expression on her face brought a deep sigh to Njal's lungs, and a small shake of his head. "She will calm down." He muttered as the woman drew close to him. He shared in her heat for a moment, trailing his tired eyes across her perfect face, and reached to nuzzle his nose through the fur of her spine. "I was improper for bringing you here at this time," He admitted next, as he rested his chin atop the woman's fire-streaked skull. Perhaps she did not want to hear him admit it, but it was true.
"We recently lost our Alpha. Lethe-" The name caught upon his tongue and Njal returned to an uneasy silence, although it was short lived. "Everyone is still adjusting. But I couldn't imagine leaving you there," He drew back from Tuwawi now and watched her, his dull gaze unnaturally bright. "You are welcome here. Even if it doesn't seem like it."