Swiftcurrent Creek Baptism

The water rushed by and happily soaked in to Njal's pelt, which became slick and tight against his lower reaches. Eager as he was to be clean, the Delta did not wish to completely rid himself of Tuwawi's scent (although it posed a great opportunity before him to replenish that musk which he adored so much). As he slowly crawled through the quick current, he was caught by surprise when a shadow slipped in to the corner of his vision - bringing about the rising of Njal's furred spine, which remained untouched by the water.

The stranger greeted him vocally, but more importantly, Njal caught upon the stranger's scent over the water and his hostility was culled. This was no stranger, no interloper, but another of the pack. "Good morning," Njal called forth as warmly as he could, prior to sloshing towards the shore. As he reached the bank and lifted himself free of the water, it continued to drip and dribble off of his boxy figure; but Njal paid that no mind. "Have you been here long, Jace?"