Swiftcurrent Creek Baptism

At first Njal simply stood and listened, feeling the air around him grow cold - or perhaps that was a side-effect of being so soggy himself. As the man began to nod, he paused. "Wintersun?" The name rang a bell. If he remembered correctly, the man had visited such a pack once when in the service of Kindred. His memory could have been faulty though - it was a long time ago. "I believe I may have visited such a place once." He sounded old, which was a shock for the beast; he was in the prime of his life now, not crippled by age and circumstance. Still, Njal chuffed and distracted himself by a shake of his body - ridding it of water by having it spray elsewhere - and let the topic die. "I am Njal, a warden of the creek." He stated with a new exuberance, finding that his nights with Tuwawi had really amped up his self-confidence.

"Have you been given a job yet?" he questioned the boy, who gathered Njal's attention in the next moment. The silver-streaked man studied the youth, who cut a strong silhouette against the overcast light around them. He was a large creature and would be a suitable warden, but Njal said nothing about this. While he enjoyed training pack members and strangers alike, his thoughts were with his wife - and at the present time, he wasn't interested in giving away his own time so swiftly.