Swiftcurrent Creek pack activity · spring festival

Things did not appear to be running smoothly, despite his best effort to put forth a composed face and answer the question posed to him. Tuwawi was swift to take the reins and fix the situation, but it left Njal feeling a bit dejected - he sounded ridiculous. Putting forth the idea so blatantly (and in a manner that took his wife a moment to recover from), he was at a loss for what to do next. While his packmates discussed things amongst themselves (albeit a little stagnant in their attempts at discourse) Njal ruminated. He leaned his side against the fiery woman who owned him, all the while listening to the conversation with half a mind.

It wasn't until a sense of disquiet settled upon the gathering that Njal finally spoke, jarring himself from his thoughts with his stumbling tongue.

"The river will be filled with fish this spring. It will be glorious." His mind wandered to the past while he spoke - to Kindred's river, where fat steelheads had once flourished, and to Markarth Peak during the annual salmon run; heavy with sweet eggs and aggressive in their swimming, the fish were always a pleasing bounty. A smile spread across the rigid man's face, for the memory did bring out a confidence in him. Some sort of glee. "It will be easy to pluck food straight from the water. Big fat fish for -" big fat mothers he was about to say, but caught himself just in time. His tail frisked behind him awkwardly. "-for, uhm, our big family."

That was accurate, right? A good save, perhaps. They were a family here at the creek. Just a little disjointed at the moment. His smile faltered a little and Njal fell quiet, brushing his nose against Tuwawi for assurance as a brief apprehension slid through him. After the gathering Njal was sure to mentally berate himself for his stupidity, if he remembered it.