Neverwinter Forest At the edge of the woods

Evidently, the boy was to remain with them. Njal had no issue with this. It was a decision left up to the alpha, and he was not the alpha; although had he been, the old man would've been far more strict, simply because of the state of the world. When Scimitar addressed him he gave a grunt, then after a moment clarified: We can eat the smallest ourselves, and carry the largest back with us. The whole fish can go to the adults. If we must, we can regurgitate the rest. He would have suggested giving the fish from his own belly to the children, but they were too new; everything must go to the new mothers then, even if it meant they'd be eating hot, pre-digested fish from the bellies of their subordinates. It did not bother Njal at all.

I will find a third, he murmured softly, indicating that he would depart soon upon this mission. They were all in need. Njal would not let any member of his new family starve, especially the newborns. With that said, he turned and began a leisurely walk away from the pair, but kept his wits about him in case Scimitar had more to add.