Swiftcurrent Creek flume

Njal drew nearer, and Fox did not object to his friendly greeting. She greeted her fellow pack-mates as he was doing often, and so nothing seemed off about the situation at all. Fox was, to say the least, unobservant, and she did not realize his intentions even now. She simply assumed he was happy to see her after being away at the plateau. Her tail wagged in a happy manner. The lack of speech did not even indicate to her that anything was strange, for their very first encounter had been a silent one.

She returned his gesture with one of her own, nuzzling his neck with only the friendliest intentions in mind. Fox, of course, was too young to have any real desires, though if she'd had any at all, Njal's mindset would have been perfectly fine with her... provided he had not already been with Tuwawi. Haunter was the only unsullied one in her mind, for Njal had been branded unworthy as soon as he had brought Tuwa in unannounced. She had been a stranger, an outsider, when Njal had so boldly allowed her within the confines of the creek.