Cerulean Cape whisper wild

He was not alone for long. She came out of nowhere, seemingly attached to the shadows, and would've gone unnoticed had he not felt a sharp twinge in his hip; this led him to sitting for a moment, twisting to inspect the wound and nibble at a patch of fur which clung desperately to bone. When he stopped, he saw her. A stormy grey woman - older, like himself - perhaps prowling for nefarious reasons. A breeze pulsed by him, ruffling the silver hairs of his scruff, and seemed to coax them to spike. If she was an enemy to him, he would not go willingly. Had they been closer to Saltwinter he might have made a point to comment, but as it stood now, Njal was aloof about this stranger.