Totoka River No sound he made.

Ah ok! I wasn't sure. :3

He would have remained silent and sullen had she not brought up the children. The mention of Tuwawi brought with it a small shrug of indifference and a chill reserved for the pinnacle of winter. But as soon as she mentioned children, Njal turned his attention to her, and sharply. For an instant he looked absolutely mad, but.. That drifted away. He focused on the sound of the river and let that guide his heart back to a state of calm.


"They're gone." Which was the truth, but not all of it. Njal did not wish to explain further, which was indicated by his dismissive tone. "The glacier pack is no more, and I have no idea where the bulk of them went." And it didn't matter to him now anyway. He was clearly not a worthy leader - nor a proper father - if he couldn't keep any one of them safe. And how many had survived? No, he wouldn't bother trying to tally up the dead. That would just make him hurt all over again.

The man shifted his weight slightly, and stood up. With a fleeting glance at the river (and the abrupt decision he wasn't hungry after all) he began to stride towards Fox, and then around her, as if to be on his way. "Fate has been kind to you, though. You are lucky."