A part of him was eager to work; it always was, really. Njal was a workhorse and he would perform until he was dead-tired on most days. Proudheart's presence granted him a new vigour. He spent less time fishing and more time attending to the borders and the natural routes throughout the territory, as per Fox's orders, yet always longed to be with her. When his silhouette finally reached the area that he thought her summons had come from, he began his search. The man hunted for the flashing red coat, for the earthy perfume that she wore.
When he finally found her, she was still hidden away. Enrobed in the scent of fresh earth and squirrelled away within the den she had finished alone. Guilt rose up within his chest when he realized how inattentive he had been to her these past few days. So eager to prove his devotion to the pack and earn his rank back - what a husband he was. "Proudheart," He rumbled pleasantly, as he dipped his nose in to the dark.