Firefly Glen everything moves in circles

The probability of any lone wolf - even an esteemed hunter with such experience, like Njal - taking down a full grown bull moose was laughable indeed. It would take at least the entire rank-and-file of the Neverwinter to do any decent harm to it. Even in a weakened state, it was dangerous. Perhaps more-so because of the desperation worrying it to the very core. Njal followed the moose as it began to drift away, although his pace was sluggish. He was curious of the creature; perhaps he could wait it out? Worry it, frighten it, keep it from finding any sort of meal, and watch it starve? It was a long con. The wait would be worth it, but Njal was not so patient these days.

As he stiffly drifted after the target, he remained oblivious to the other wolf. This rival who lurked, who watched, waited, and planned. Njal wasn't going to charge after the hungry moose, but he might chase down another wolf if provoked. It was a good thing then, that the old man's fleeting attention was zeroed-in on the ungulate.