Totoka River No sound he made.

Her reaction made him give pause. It hadn't crossed his mind that Fox would be ignorant to their move - she had been replaced by Bazi, but somehow he thought that their little family in the ice had made some sort of impact. Evidently not. "When Bazi took over at the creek, we thought of staying, but... It seemed like the opportune moment to leave." As he explained this, the energy in his voice waned. Njal paused again, as if to collect his thoughts, but really it was to compose himself a little better. "So we moved north to.. A place called Duskfire Glacier. But that.. Didn't work out."

The lynx, losing Larus, losing Tuwawi and the others - it wasn't fresh, but the wound inside of him still bled freely. He steeled himself against sentiments from the past as best he could, but it was a difficult battle. "I haven't seen Tuwawi in weeks, maybe months." And that was that. There was no remorse in his voice, no longing for what was once his beloved fire. Njal had distanced himself in as many ways as he could. "And you - a mother now?" That was obvious to him. A bittersweet bit of information though.

Fox seemed pleased with her life; the mention of this Peregrine brought a brightness to her that Njal had not seen in anyone in many days. "I am glad to see you happy." He commented, and then began to walk again - prepared to depart, or to walk with her, if she chose to follow. The river babbled on, forgotten.