Swiftcurrent Creek Reflektor

The silence that met his guilty plea was something of an oddity. It was reassuring while being unnerving - serene, yet harrowing. It was hard for him to shake the feeling that he had done something wrong. Tuwawi did not seem to mind that he was not there; she was strong on her own. Capable. Her efforts had brought them together after a long time apart, and now they were here - in a home she had built, one that the man would protect with every fibre of his being. It also bothered him that he could not get closer. Njal was not a particularly affectionate individual. He caught the look in her eye, however, and grew restless. The sun caught upon her face and illuminated the rust of her cheeks, accentuated the curve of her narrow face, and Njal's body grew warm despite the winter chill around him.

He breathed a heavy sigh, drinking her in. Warming himself by his beloved fire. It was enough that she was here with him - that she had found him, and his new family had accepted her in. It hadn't been a pleasant situation with Fox, but Njal believed in his family; he would see to it that Proudheart be seen for the glorious creature that she was. Eagerly (hungrily one could say) Njal reached in to the den for her; he was close, but not close enough. Held back by the narrow opening that was big enough for the slender woman he would forever follow. With a flick of his tongue he administered a quick touch upon the wet of her nose, but could not go further.