will get what you deserve

In the wake of Lethe's death, many things had changed. The transition had been rocky for some of the creek wolves, but now the family was together. They were whole, for the most part. Njal was happy to serve Fox and prove himself to the girl; to raise her opinion of him for the sake of his wife. Still, the pack was growing at a rate that surprised him. Wolves he did not know were constantly flitting in and out of the borders, many of which he wanted to greet and ward away (out of a misplaced sense of security which plagued the man, until of course he realized such wolves were allies). So in an effort to avoid making a fuss towards those that may be friends, Njal had stayed away from them. He occupied his days with careful patrols, lazy hunts, and quality time with Tuwawi.

Today was no different. Njal's efforts to provide Swiftcurrent with a well patrolled border had not waned much since his adaptation, although he had begun taking less interest in the borders and more interest in the densite that Tuwawi had constructed; his route looping around it as often as he could logically permit. He even flavoured his patrols with the tracking of prey. Since the cougar attack Njal's nerves had been on high alert and now, as he followed one of the less frequent animal paths among the creek's edge, the scent of a stranger made him pause and divert his course. His fur spiked across his shoulders as he approached the figure, who lingered in the distance. Njal's posture lifted to the assumed dominance of his rank, and he chuffed to the stranger when he was closer - noticing then, that the stranger held the scent of Fox. It was strong and fresh, which indicated this was another new recruit.

"Welcome," Njal rumbled after a brief pause, where his posture drifted in to a friendlier pose. Perhaps it would do him well to meet someone new. It would most assuredly be a positive thing if he proved he could be amiable, at least to Fox. And at this point Njal was eager to prove his abilities to the girl in whichever way was warranted. With a nod of his head Njal passed the man slowly, but paused to reflect upon what else he could say. In silence he stood and watched the stranger, and then remembered his manners. "I am Njal." He adjusted his weight with a slight nervousness, unsure of how to continue; the foolish man wasn't very good at making new friends apparently. "Have you been here long?"