As desperate as he had been to return home and to Tuwawi's side, now that he was faced with such an option, Njal was a bit stuck. Conflicted, more like it. He kept himself moving with the hopes of tiring himself out. To sleep well under the stars one last time, as he steadily moved along the river and across it - wading through just as a light mist began to catch upon the air. By the time the silver man had made it to the other side, a light rain was falling. His body was sterling and steel, slicked down by the river and dappled by the rain. By sheer chance the Gamma caught sight of the mountains in the distance - they rose like familiar guardians upon the horizon, urging him closer, and he was happy to oblige. Working his way westward for only an hour or so, Njal caught a unique scent upon the wind - something he didn't expect.
Jinx? Her scent, yes, but mountainous. Clinging to the river, but only barely. Crisp and earthy and... Not exactly connected any more to his own. At least, to some extent. Njal was set in to a momentary confusion as he pressed on, curious and bold. He bayed a call towards the mountain. Come out, come out, like a beast in a fairy tale asking for a victim - but Njal held no malice towards the esteemed Beta; she had bested him in many regards, and now he was set upon investigating.