Swiftcurrent Creek flume

I'm being vague about Njal's mental state cuz idk what is gonna happen in his thread with Lecter yet.

There was a tangible energy within Njal as he passed close to the river pack's border. With the life-blood of the pack rushing by, he was invigorated. The pounding beat of the river mirrored his own pulse as it thrust along, both forces equally unstoppable.

At least, that was how Njal felt. He was thrilled to have returned from his trip abroad (if the term even applies to over the mountains, which technically isn't that broad at all) and after his strange encounter with Lecter, things had fallen in to place. He nimbly skirted the borders - more agile now than he had ever before been, with strong desires flooding him as soon as the scent of the creek's recognizable soil reached him.

As if to welcome him, the clouds briefly parted. A shock of golden light streaked the sky, pinpointing a flash of red on the horizon; and Njal, with his mind made up for exactly what he wanted to do on his return, was quick to take up the chase. He barely got a glimpse of the slender woman made of fire - and with the belief that it was his fire he now pursued, his gait became fiercely insistent.