Blackbeak Bluff I know who I am when I'm alone

The pale wolf lingered long enough that the other - the loitering male - seemed to get nervous. Njal watched the rogue depart in silence, wondering what their intentions had been. Probably just survival, like any lone wolf. It didn't bother him that the stranger never came closer. In fact, he was a little relieved. Caiaphas would probably have enjoyed having another capable hunter around through the winter, or maybe the stranger could have been a consort for her decaying beliefs. Either way, it was one less possible mouth to feed.

But the pale wolf remained. She approached with cautious optimism, planting the gift upon the soil. An introduction followed, which Njal listened to in the same gruff silence as he afforded the earlier rogue; he said nothing, although his ears twitched at the mention of another pack. That wasn't surprising; other wolves had probably sought out the coast as a mild retreat from winter.

"Njal," He finally muttered, and licked the salt from his lips, "of Saltwinter." His gaze lingered upon the girl for a little longer, but inevitably trailed down to the meal at her feet. "You come bearing gifts. I assume you know there is a pack just beyond me, then."