Phantom Hollow How large the teeth?

Totally OK! :) I hope you don't mind Njal being kinda grumpy!

The forest was surreal, and there would be no sleeping within it. Njal roamed through the trees for some time, loitering by one copse or another, but every inch of the forest appeared to be the same. It was as if the life had been drained out of it; there were no sounds aside from his own steps, or the shifting of the wind in the branches. It was summer time - the days long and hot - and yet, the forest floor was cool, as if untouched. The birds had long ago gone to sleep for the night, but had it been daylight hours, Njal imagined he would not encounter many.

But there was something - someone. A pale figure lingering within the dark. He seemed curious of the silver man, and was bold in his approach - so Njal stood still and let him come. His own sterling pelt began to bristle as the stranger neared, unsure of his intent. And then, when the stranger spoke, Njal gave a shrug of indifference. A part of him sought to defend Fox against this potential threat (not realizing it was an ex-pack mate, nor was he aware of the political differences between the caldera and its rivals).

He did what he thought was best, and spoke plainly. "I encountered a woman some time ago, if that is who you mean." Njal would not name her, nor give this stranger any information to use against him; he did, however, size up this pale anomaly among the trees. Feigning interest, he added: "And who're you?" The stranger looked young and mindless enough to give away at least a little information for Njal to use, or maybe return to Fox if he made it to her home.