Swiftcurrent Creek flume

Derp, sorry! :)

He caught up to her quickly, and even with Fox's petite self sitting smack-dab in the middle of his vision, he could not see her. He saw his wife within the girl's figure, in the smile that graced her face upon their meeting. Perhaps it was the time away that drove him mad, his head wound coupled with the hormones brewing in his body, or whatever concoction he had ingested with Lecter in the previous days, but Njal was oblivious to his Alpha. This could prove to be a costly mistake.

When he was close enough, the man rumbled a lustful sound - a greeting, or an invitation, but there was a clear wanting there. The warden marched upon the lands he knew so well and rounded Fox's figure, circling her with adamant haste and drawing himself up quite close. The musk of Fox should have thrown him off-kilter, or maybe brought him back to reality, but instead it only reinforced his growing need for Tuwawi. The scent was open and airy. The crisp odour of the creek he held so dear.

Boldly the man reached to nose at Fox's shoulder, and the crook of her neck. Greeting her as he may have greeted his wife - if only he had seen her first. But to him, he was in her very presence, and the need to couple was intense from that reunion.