Silvertip Mountain A home built of stone.

At his comment to bring her friend in to the fold of the creek, Jinx seemed to catch upon it - latching hungrily, or somewhat desperately. Njal noticed but said nothing, assuming she was just tired from her adventures upon the mountain. They were both thick-skulled individuals, apparently. He was distracted by the conversation for a time, listening intently as the grand woman described Chakra - who he had never met - and then moving on to accept his offer for company. It was here that he got a little stuck upon her words. Having lived on a mountain for most of his development - and then within Kindred, where the Sunspire kept him entertained - Njal could easily tell her what she'd find. The creek itself was close to a sprawling mountain range, one which Jinx was no doubt more comfortable with than himself given her wandering.

Suspicious was a good word for the sensation that suddenly sat in the pit of his stomach. He could not fathom the thought of Jinx leaving the creek, so that still eluded him on some level. But Njal found her to be peculiar, suddenly. It was just a feeling. "The herds will be moving in to the plains when spring is in full force," he commented dryly, trying to resist the seed of doubt which had planted itself within his mind. "And with the river filling with spawning fish, I doubt we would need to go so far. It is a long way to go for a few sheep, which are on our own nearby mountains." With that he silenced, but his tongue thoughtfully drifted out and across his snout - a tell. A new level of scrutiny entered his warm gaze, which now cooled considerably. Njal said nothing more, but there was something off about everything.