Totoka River No sound he made.

Fox hasn't been carrying milk for a few weeks now, but he'd definitely be able to smell the pups. ^__^

"With good reason," she replied, "This is the first time I’ve been away from home since before winter." She'd gone to the lake and seen a fox scramble around on the ice. It had been at least somewhat amusing, even from afar. She had not expected to leave the caldera for the remainder of her life, and yet here she was, seeking out loners to recruit and bring back home. Njal, a loner. That was a the real doozie, and being the nosy type she was, Fox wouldn't hesitate to ask.

"You don’t," she commented, though not maliciously. "Where is Tuwawi? The children?" They would have been grown by now, so perhaps the children had dispersed. But why would Njal be out here all alone? Perhaps he, like herself, was on a mission to seek out new blood for his pack. The man looked worn, tired, and downright dumpy, though that could easily be chalked up to a number of things. Perhaps he'd had a rough go of it, or maybe a new litter robbed him of much-needed sleep.

He went back to looking at the water, and Fox wondered if there was anything there at all. Or perhaps he was attempting to bore her away, the pestering child that she assumed she had always been to him. The two had seen eye-to-eye on few things in the past, right from the beginning of Fox's time in Swiftcurrent Creek. Hell, she'd even pegged Njal for a potential mate before Tuwawi had waltzed in from out of nowhere. Had the two parted ways again? Fox couldn't imagine doing such a thing with Peregrine.