Redhawk Caldera Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion

He did not wait long. Someone came to seek him out, but it wasn't the small fireball or the graying, one-eyed shadow. The sterling gray of Elwood's figure did distract Njal briefly, making him think it was Peregrine meeting him, but he came to the proper conclusion swiftly enough. The question posed was simple, simple enough that Njal just huffed softly as if refusing to answer. But he did answer, first by raising his broken leg and flexing it, and next by speaking. "Healing. Thought it best to get out of the way for a while." He sounded gruffer than usual. Worn down and stern. More importantly, he sounded old - and taking note of this himself, Njal was unsure if he should keep speaking or not. The older and more feeble he seemed, the less likely the pack would take him back in, right? Still, he had to explain. "I'm back now, able to walk on my own. Won't be a burden." For the most part.