Sheepeater Cliff Bighorn Country

The mention of a river raised his own interest, and he turned to regard the girl with a new sense of exuberance; although she was the one to bring out the physicality of the sensation, Njal boasted it in his own quiet manner. His head raised, his tail fanned out in a wave or two, but nothing as boisterous as young Bazi. "-and I'm really good at fish too!" She proclaimed, and a layer of particulate rose behind her. Njal was pleased at this but also wary - no, skeptical, as she was a very young wolf. Perhaps a measure of arrogance accompanied that sensation.

"Oh, you fish?" He posited with a spreading smirk; now unable to hold back his amusement fully. It would be nice to take a break from navigating - especially if Bazi did know where a river sat. They could show one another some tricks. But I know them all, Njal thought with another bat of his tail. "Then let us head for the river! I always have time for a little fishing -" He watched her with a sharp eye, gold and glowing with a pale mischief. "Perhaps we can make a game of it."