Totoka River No sound he made.

He could see a few fish bobbing in to the air, probably gulping a mouthful the way he would gulp water. Every so often the river would plop another fish face. Njal watched in silence, as he once did upon the banks of Swiftcurrent. Although he was not entirely attentive to the river, even with his growing hunger. His surroundings had him worried more - and before long, the silver man was found out. He had not hidden himself away to any great extent, but he had hoped to be too far west for any familiar faces to discover him.

When the petite woman was spotted, Njal's fur prickled and he felt an uncertainty crawl through his skin. It wasn't Tuwawi - he had to remind himself of that - this creature which approached was too small, and was more orange than red. As they drew closer, recognition flickered across both of their faces like an electric current.

"Njal -" Fox called out, her voice dripping with confusion. "Is that you?" And for a split second, he thought he heard his estranged wife calling him. His jaw tightened at the thought; enough that the man almost refused to answer... But answer he did.

"Fox." At the sound of his rumbling voice, the fish in the river seemed to spook. That or, the scent of wolves had become so thick as to permeate through the water. "I did not expect to see you here." He hadn't expected to be discovered by anyone of the valley, least of all his former Alpha.

He glanced at her, finally, having been studying the fish the entire time.

"You look.. Well." Round and healthy, with an unmistakably familiar scent draped upon her body - even at this gap he could smell faint whiffs of it: that new smell of children, the sweetness of milk. Perhaps that is what steeled his heart against further communication, for he fell silent, and seemed unwavering in his attention to the river.