A thousand teeth and yours among them.

How far had he been? The storm had appeared suddenly, and chased him in to the trees, but there weren't many forests between the caldera and.. Anywhere, except south. He hadn't arrived from the south, this was the eastern edge of the territory. Thinking was really hard. "I was at a lake, but not one I knew." Njal slurred as he tried to remember, "Well, not a lake. A river? But not a river." It was water but he couldn't explain what kind of water source. "When the wind picked up I headed for cover towards the... Mesa? The rocks. And then I found some safety in the trees, I thought."

As he explained this, another wolf finally arrived and addressed Elwood. Njal didn't stop his explanation, seemingly able to understand the importance of the conversation he was having. But when he had nothing else to say, he fell quiet and rested in the mud.