Gyrfalcon's Keep a great spirit lies in wait

Her words were quick, and he cast a pleasant gaze upon her as he nodded in acquiescence; shifting again in an arc to head down the mountain. Njal hadn't encountered many stray wolves in his time away from the creek - or at any time, even within the boundaries of Fox's land - and he found himself pleased to have had this spontaneous meeting. Mentally he wished for the wellness of the dark girl, even if it wasn't in his own interest. He had spent so many days on his own prior to the founding of the creek pack that he could appreciate the lifestyle, although, a part of him hoped that the stranger would find her way to their doorstep. Life was easier in a group - he now firmly believed this. The silver man worked his way down the mountain, becoming a metallic speck before disappearing towards the eastern mountain range.

Exit!