Blacktail Deer Plateau Pudding and fish fingers.

Upon reaching the river, Njal had crossed it where it was possible - swimming partway through it, and left frigid and wet - and then he found himself amongst some oddly hot springs. He kept away from them for the most part, investigating the marshy edge as he passed. The river was a fine one. It rushed on by with a healthy gusto, and Njal followed it carefully. His body was alert for strangers as he hiked along, but was inevitably taken in by the familiarity the water posed. He crept along the edge-stones and dipped his head for a quick drink, resting long enough to rejuvenate his travelling body, and then he moved on. As he headed north along the riverside, the pulse of the water led him closer and closer to his destination. He came upon it as evening was just settling in, which was not a good sign. The man didn't want to cause suspicion so he doubled back and nestled in a grove of trees for the night.

In the morning Njal roused himself and wandered to the river again. It took a few precious hours to fish out a couple of plump offerings, and he was off again - but, forgetting about the distance between his fishing spot and the pack, he ended up pausing to eat one of the gifts. By the time he arrived the two fish were starting to smell, and the blood from the third still tainted his muzzle. He plopped them down and began nosing around in the grass. Aided by the thin rain, he was able to clean himself up, for the most part. Without further ado the man let out a baying call which transitioned fluidly in to a friendly hello; calling for the wolf named @Peregrine which Fox had told him to seek out.