Almost as a response, a voice rose around him. It sounded like it came from the trees themselves. "why did you leave the den?" It was clear but disembodied. Familiar enough to make him snap his head around and pivot. Tuwawi drifted by him like a ghost, pressing herself against his fur without a response from him. Njal remained sullen and quiet, feeling a heated anger course through his system. It was thick and dark like old blood, slipping along beneath the sinew of his flesh and collecting in his head, where it throbbed and began to pound like a drum. The man lifted his lips as he spied the trees. He marched around them with stiff legs and a raised spine, intent on finding the owner of the voice. As if to taunt, it came again. "We should go home,"
Snap. A twig or a branch from above. Maybe something internal that only he could sense - and Njal was back to himself. The woman was a signal fire and he, lost in the sea. "Tuwawi," He muttered with a subtle surprise. His wife's name eased from his lips while she slid her tongue across his jaw, and in return the man pressed his cheek to her's. There was a small amount of confusion festering within him now, and had he the ability, he would have been flushed and pink-cheeked by it. "I couldn't find you." Njal responded a moment later, as if that was all the information she needed. It was all he could give at this point. The feeling of anger and hostility had slipped away with her touch, as did the memory of his wandering. All he knew now was that they were together - in a strange place, but together.