Redhawk Caldera There's no place like home

A naturalist and a warrior? She would have fit in well with the Kindred, then. Likely an Earthwalker - but again, he was slipping in to the past. Njal needed to pay attention to the present, not let his mind wander so much. Was it a sign of age? Probably.


"I'm not sure what I am." He blurted before catching himself, and correcting as quickly as he could, "I'm a warden, an outrider, a warrior... I've been a hunter before, but never anything like a naturalist." Maybe he should try something new? But that idea was scrapped. Njal was too old to learn an entirely new trade, and likely wouldn't be a very useful member of the pack if he was wandering around looking at flowers - again, he thought of Maera. Again, his heart dropped and turned to ice.

"I think your parents would want me to be a warden, since that's why they invited me. So I guess I can help you with your warrior training, if you want. You can join Nightjar -" Oh, right, he still had to ask permission about that. "- if your dad agrees."