He was not quick to resume his duties, as the mated pair were too busy consummating their union. No doubt being overheard by anyone passing within earshot, for the pair were obnoxious in their love-making, and unafraid.
When Fox deigned to summon the pack together, Njal had been napping.
The brute was slow to rise and greet the afternoon, but was made more alert when he realized just how late in the day it was. Clouds swam in the sky but they were not so thick as to block the sun fully, and his grizzled countenance was smack-dab in a patch of emanating tangerine; vivacious enough to blind him for a moment or two as he adjusted, and in the process attempt to rouse Tuwawi.
Njal arrived at the gathering about ten minutes after Bazi, who was greeting a dark-furred stranger. He gave a pleased smile to their leader as she rambled off the reason for the summons - and his smile boasted something deeper. Almost a, guess what I was doing last night sort of look.