Redhawk Caldera There's no place like home

Wildfire. A suitable name for the little fireball, although, she seemed a bit shy. Her voice was particularly quiet, and Njal had to focus a bit harder in order to catch what she said. Apparently she knew of him - and this surprised the old man, who had never thought of Fox as the sentimental type. But maybe she had returned and spoken to those closest to her about her affairs. That made the most sense.

He smiled... sort of. A little, pleasant look. "Yes, that's me." He wondered why she was so shy, and realized that it might've been him that was making her apprehensive. He was a big old stranger, so of course that would worry the child. Njal slunk back a step or two, and then sank to his haunches, trying to be less intimidating. "I've known your mom for a while now. We used to live together." Maybe knowing that would earn him some points.