A thousand teeth and yours among them.

He lay against the wet earth without a thought in his head. It was hard to think with all of the pain in his body. Njal had made it to the borderlands by the grace of gods - whose, he wasn't sure. As soon as one of them descended from their heavenly throne to demand their thanks, he would readily give it. The beast tried to stay conscious; he had made it this far, what was a few more hours? Days? Someone would be along eventually.

And he was not disappointed. A bit out of his mind, sure, but happy when a voice spilled out from the shadows. (Everything was shadows now, he realized). They knew his name - good. He tried to respond, but the name that fell from his lips - "Malachi..?" - was the first wolf to pop in to his mind, and not the correct one. Njal shifted as best he could and lurched, pulling his front limbs beneath his chest so he could turn his head.

"Elwood. There's a storm coming..." He muttered as his vision began to swim (or was it raining?). Had he gotten back in time to warn them? No. No, that made no sense. The trees had shuddered and the ground had quaked, the air was sucked form his lungs - the trees, they fell at him. That was how this happened. He had been trapped beneath one of them for hours, had to break his own leg.

"Wait, the... Are you alright? Is everyone..?" He wanted to ask about Tuwawi, about the glacier, but the thought faded as soon as he caught a good angle of Elwood's face; he was still stuck in the past, evidently.