Swiftcurrent Creek pack activity · spring festival

Fox spoke and the pack, drawing a collective sigh, seemed to ease in to the situation at hand. There was nothing to worry about; this gathering was meant for pleasure. One by one, when prompted by the Alpha, the wolves spoke. Njal thought to speak as well but his tongue refused to budge. Instead, the man looked from wolf to wolf. He observed - no, studied the wolves he had yet to meet on a personal basis. A black wolf received a quick but pointed look from Fox; near to the red girl was Ferdie, who was suddenly on the ground and wriggling like a worm. Njal was just as perplexed by this behaviour as everyone else, although they did not share the sentiment aloud - what was he doing?

A new voice erupted then, and with a shift of his eyes Njal watched the svelte figure as he attempted a joke, to which he had no response. The words of those gathered didn't permeate far in to his mind. They lingered in his ears and faded, leaving a blankness. And when Jinx spoke her few words, it was thus Njal's turn. But he just stood there gawking with an expressionless face; watching the white woman and then, slowly, drifting away from the gathering mentally. His head stung and it was something the Gamma had adapted to since the cougar attack; leaving a constant throb where there should be thought. The moment became stale and Njal wondered if anyone else would speak. So far, oblivious.

It was too quiet for him now. If someone continued this ritual of parroting back an answer, Njal was not listening. The sounds dropped away from him and his eyes, roaming a slow path from wolf to wolf again, landed upon something short and blurry. The thing was standing at belly-height next to Jinx, and plodded a few steps around her; at first on one side, then behind, then adjacent to the woman - between her bulk and Haunter's slim silhouette. "What-" Njal bristled at it as he took a sharp breath, except after a blink the figure was gone. He was left just looking out in to space - at Haunter, or at Jinx, it was uncertain. The man's pale face crunched in to a concerned furrow of the brow. At least he was coherent now; at least he remembered the blurted beginning of a possible answer.

He tried to recover after the few seconds of strangeness, shifting his weight and clearing his throat before muttering, "What I'm looking forward to, uh," Think quickly, weirdo. "...Is the future." Well that was obvious. Njal leaned lightly against his wife, both for support after that episode and as a reference to the family they wanted. If he was lucky, Tuwawi would catch upon that sentiment and finish the thought for him - for they were of similar minds, at least where children were concerned.