Swiftcurrent Creek of Food and Presence

The first thing the boy did when caught in the river, was refuse help. His voice lurched from him and berated Njal's senses, bringing a low rumble to his chest, but that was quickly cut off when the stranger apologized. The silver man's tail lashed once across the stones behind him before settling against his hocks. There was a moment where the stranger sank in posture, and all Njal did was watch. He couldn't think of anything to say in this situation - especially when he had been so riled. Ferdie Von Pelt introduced himself in the next breath, explaining his situation. Njal gave him a little leeway when his exasperation became apparent; but not much.

"Well, Ferdie," Njal's voice rumbled as he took a step away from the wet rocks, "The deer are in the plains, and are just returning after the winter. Rams are found in the mountains which are at least a days trek away from here. If you follow the river you can reach the mountain range, or Apikuni." With that explained, Njal sank to his haunches. He did not wish to move just yet, even if the boy was embarrassed by his obvious display of ineptitude. "So fishing is your best bet if you want to fill the caches." That would no doubt temper his behaviour, or so Njal expected.

After a quick breath, the Delta came up with a proposition.

"If you would like, I can teach you to fish these waters." It was his duty to make the pack a strong and cohesive unit; if that meant being friendly with a new recruit and helping to ease the strain of their transition in to the ranks, so be it. Njal was a bit put-off by what he had witnessed though; there was no avoiding that. He left the offer hanging, and absently began to clean the fur of his foreleg while he waited. If the boy refused then he'd be on his way - but, Njal hoped he would accept.