And then Jinx spoke, and Njal found her words to be curious as well. He did not recall Fox mentioning a second trip being planned - but, the woman before him was of higher rank; it was entirely likely that the two leaders had discussed a plan of action which did not involve him. In an effort to ease the situation of it's apparent tension, Njal's posture became quite slack. He looked to the forested hill around them, obviously interested. "I caught your scent as I was returning from the plateau." There wasn't much else to say. Njal wasn't here to be too nosy about Jinx and her plans here. Had Fox wished it, she would have included him in any of the discussions.
"This is a stalwart looking place." He commented freely, and took a stride beyond the wall that was Jinx's burly body. In passing he detected a mulch-like scent upon her. Mountain dust and pine needles. They overshadowed the crisp aroma of the river, and even Fox's musk which usually sat upon every creek wolf as an identifier. Njal didn't think much of it. In his own travels he probably had picked up similar perfumes, which made him less suspicious of Jinx's motives and more interested in the area she was currently surveying. "Of what interest is this place to the creek?" Posited the man with a slight turn of his head, as he regarded the white woman through his peripherals; a brief look as he continued to stride along the mountainside.