Swiftcurrent Creek pack activity · spring festival

There was little camaraderie between them. On any other day Njal may have picked up on this - but he still sported a great gash of a wound atop his head. It took effort just to stand still without the idle sway of his body to give away his weakness. When the meeting finally began to break up, the man was quiet. He lingered with Tuwawi for as long as she wished for his company, and then gradually began to wander his way back to the den where it was dark and safe. Eyes flicked to the strangers in his midst, many of who were allies - even considered friends - but in his current state Njal failed to feel a true connection to them. He slipped away without issue, seeking out the darkness which would ease the over-stimulation of the light.