Dragoncrest Cliffs hell is but the temple

His mind was wandering again. No one thought really stuck there, but Njal was distracted all the same. He was brooding - a specialty.

And then a stranger's voice called out, and he snapped back to the here-and-now, his sharp eyes flashing as they narrowed, zeroing in on the youngster who now paraded before him. Njal noted the raised tail and generally dominant posturing, and his own fur began to spike along his spine in response - but the voice hadn't been antagonistic. If anything, the boy was friendly. A strange trait to carry when patrolling borders - but the closer the boy got, the more information was privy to the old man. This wolf wasn't super familiar to him, but his scent reminded him of the caldera.

From there, it was easy to surmise that Sebastian had been one of Fox's wolves. Something had drawn him away from there though, in contrast to Njal's story of being removed from the lands through the willpower of the red woman's mate. He finished sizing up the boy and gave a shrug of his broad shoulders. "For a while." But apparently that loyalty hadn't mattered to Peregrine. Njal gave a small chuff as he rid himself of that thought. "You are far from their claim - I assume you've moved on as well?" 


He didn't really care - but between Vlad's cronies and this boy, Njal had a bit of a preference for the kind of company he'd keep.