Ankyra Sound saltwinter

Big Limpy Man? It was an apt description, he surmised with a squint towards the pack of Vlad's head; his tail lashed at his hocks briefly too, but Njal didn't care so much. It was better that they give him a stupid nickname anyway - it wasn't so permanent a decision. 

Njal observed the others. His attention was fixated for a minute or two upon Rat, and he couldn't quite pull his eyes away from the scrawny beast. None of this was within  Njal's comfort zone. He didn't like the drastic shift his life had taken - any of it, from losing the glacier to this gradual fall from grace - and this pack, or whatever it was going to be called, seemed like the icing on the cake.