Sheepeater Cliff Bighorn Country

I forgot that Njal never stated his own name, lmao. But maybe she knows it just through the grapevine.

He stood, restful in his manner, and watched while Bazi pulled up fish after fish. Perhaps he would have done better if he had not been so observant - but it was a thrill to see her work within the water. Few wolves were thoughtful enough to even seek out the fish. Bazi was swift as she sought them out; diving, returning, diving again, and Njal sat pensively. His own collection wriggled in the corner of his vision. Eventually he too slipped to the river's side. His figure loomed over the two fat fish and he nudged one with his nose - pinpricks of cold creeping along his snout.

"Yours are bigger," The girl commended, her voice slick from the morsels held between her teeth. Njal looked up at her then and witnessed a small line of diluted blood dribble along her chin. He rumbled a pleased note and scooped up the fish by their tails, then moved to intercept Bazi. Walking alongside her for a few moments, he paused and abruptly dropped the fish by her side.

With a small nudge he abandoned his two catches, implying that Bazi could take them if she wished. He had lost his appetite. "You have fine fishing skills," the man's accented voice lilted, rumbling and low. "It was a surprise. A good surprise." Perhaps they could challenge one another again in the future. For now, he would get back to work.

"I must continue my journey." He stated softly, and in an off-handed manner. A remark on why he was slowly adding distance between them - the fish still sitting near the girl. "Farewell for now, Bazi." Ears flicked towards her, turned to catch any comments the pale one may speak; he lingered for a few more moments, but his strides did lengthen the distance as the moments passed.