Sheepeater Cliff Bighorn Country

The girl sure was a bony thing, without too much refinement to her features. Perhaps that would come in time. Njal regarded her with a calm and level gaze, although it took a bit of effort not to let a smile creep across his face as she stumbled verbally around his question. It had been a rather pointed assumption from the man, but now that he realized she was only scouting around, it was somewhat comical. Her questions burst forth like a fresh patch of flowers; light and bright, with the insistence of an unsure child. Bazi, she called herself - and Njal was prompted for his own name, or so he assumed, but he only stood tall and surveyed the land around them. Her questions fell away as he did so, regarding the high cliffs above and studying them for signs of life. Goats she had mentioned.

A moment or so later, when the girl appeared to have eased out of her amusing state of panic, Njal finally responded to her questions. "I am paying a visit to a plateau pack." He stated rather plainly, intending to put forth his best effort at being an outrider and a proper messenger (not knowing at this point that his visit would be brief, and his view on the position embittered). He shifted his weight and began to walk, prompting with a wave of his tail for Bazi to follow with him. "It is safer to travel in groups if you are worried. I can escort you if you would like?" He questioned with a little quirk to his brow, flicking ears towards her for an answer. "Or if you are hungry, we could seek out one of those goats," The man turned to look at the rocks around them then, and gave a small shrug without turning back to the pale girl. "Although I am more adept with fish."