The path that Fox left behind was a winding one. It led in to the crook of the mountains. The man observed the surroundings with a careful eye; seeking out erroneous scents such as cougar or lone wolf, but all he could find was Fox. As he caught up he also caught her, at least a flash of her, as she so calmly wandered. Perhaps his guarding was not necessary - but it was safer in pairs, at the very least. The mountains were not their territory and the creek wolves were each at their strongest on flat land.
With the mountains rising around him, Njal found his mind wandering. He thought of the Sunspire and how beautiful it was; of the cavern where the Walkers would commune together. Sterntooth and his little family. Njal nearly tripped as he walked, and came to his senses - in time to see the ruddy figure of Fox vanish in to a sudden wave of shadow. Pierced by a fatherly panic, the man was off after her - and was met with an abrupt spectacle that stopped him in his tracks.
He nearly walked in to the standstill Alpha, but caught himself in time. Golden eyes grew wide as they took in the great chasm and it's inner light; and he passed a glance to Fox, with his own breath taken straight out of his lungs. There were no words for this - it was beautiful, but more than he could voice. A great find indeed.