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Njal was pleasantly surprised when she slipped away from him, and then bowed. He hadn't thought her capable of being that quick. A pleased murmur crept from his muzzle and turned in to a low rumble, a form of applause towards her efforts.

She seemed eager to continue, but Njal lifted himself out of his defensive posturing. He gave a small nod - as if contented by the information granted to him - and then reclined in to a seated position. "You adapt well. Quickly. This is good." His tail dragged through the snow and rested against his feet. "Very good. With more practice you will be much better." But no more for today his silhouette seemed to say to her; he did not stand or place himself in to any sort of fighting stance any longer, implying that the lesson was over.

Fox had enough to think about now. And Njal had many more caches to fill - but he was thankful for the warmth that the brief lesson granted him.