It took a full day just to reach the Sunspire, and another series of unremarkable hours to scale it. Even with his prowess across the mountains, Njal was no longer adept at moving amongst them; but the order had been issued to him, so he did as he was told. It meant leaving Tuwawi alone in Swiftcurrent for a period of a week. The pack as a whole was tired after the cougar attack, and even their alpha's attempt to raise their spirits had not gone well - so it was with a deep and refreshing sigh that Njal had crossed the mountains. Some part of him was satiated by this wandering, even if it wasn't as eccentric as his own whims may have allowed. He had a purpose, and he had a time limit - eager to return to the creek as soon as he was able, but prompted onwards by his duty to Fox and the creek wolves.
The man rested at the base of some cliffs. He had scented sheep in the area but was unsure of their true proximity; it was likely that the creatures were scared off by his strong scent or burdensome marching, as Njal was not inclined to hunt at the moment. His goal was to move in to the north-west, to the doorstep of a plateau pack which he had no knowledge of. All he knew was that they were north, and that they were ruled by a pair of mated wolves; strong individuals that Fox was aware of, and wanting to update on the status of the pack and her own ranking. Njal shuffled along through the dripping weather and then, when he grew too tired, nestled down in the crook of the cliffs; keen to move on but knowing his own limits. He would get there in time. And then, eventually, he'd be permitted to return home.