Swiftcurrent Creek To Where from Here

Birds flitted between the few trees that dotted the landscape, flying out of the path of the burly animal as he crossed to-and-fro between the claimed and unclaimed land. One bird was either young or stupid, for it sat in his path for a touch too long - and Njal snapped his teeth at it, playful and exuberant, which roused it in to flight. He had half a mind to follow after it, try to chase it down. A method to making this quiet patrol more interesting. But then a call rose upon the wind - the voice borne by his wife, questioning and dynamic in equal measure. He paused long enough to hear the song end, and then took off towards it's source.

Tuwawi came in to view and Njal's heart did swell at the sight; but then as he drew closer, he spotted the interloper seated just beyond. A large creature with a familiar silhouette, who upon a more furtive glance, was exposed to be more toned than when the man had previously laid eyes upon. He chuffed softly to both women, and brushed his snout through Tuwawi's scruff in passing. When set beside his wife, Njal gave a small nod to Xi'nuata, and then addressed the woman who summoned him.

"You called for me. What is the problem?" There was a tiny look of concern placed upon his face as he watched the ruddy woman, although it dissipated by the time he turned to watch Xi'nuata, quiet, calm, and confident.