Swiftcurrent Creek yesterday's news · pack activity

When the festivities ended, Njal took his time to peruse the other wolves' catches. He noted how small the fish were - ranging from one to six inches, hardly any bigger than developing fry - and at first he was discouraged. These morsels were tiny things, enough for a heron or some kind of bird to keep themselves satiated, but nothing near what a wolf pack required. Still, it had been enjoyable. The man shuffled to his pile of small fish and scrutinized it, distracted for a moment. When he looked up he caught Bazi's eye and they exchanged a look, although Njal did not seem all that happy about the results. With a huff he rolled on to his side, ignoring the chill as the end of his tail dipped in to the river's edgewater; his long legs sprawled across the rocks as he waited for the judgement to proceed.