Firefly Glen everything moves in circles

The moose abruptly halted, lifted his massive head, and turned as if to regard Njal. But his eyes seemed to see through the old wolf, and the feeling he felt upon meeting those empty eyes was unsettling. He felt shaken. There was a sound behind him though, a wet sound, and Njal turned his head to figure out what it was, his body stationary. The moose carried on a moment later — seeing how distracted Njal had become — and his trailing of the moose was ended. Behind him sat a muddied wolf. Younger than himself (but everyone around here was young, he thought bitterly), and foolish enough to tempt fate. Perhaps he had seen the moose as well and thought to chase it? Maybe he was tailing Njal. Either avenue of thought only caused the man to bristle, and he stalked closer to the boy, and leveled a bored expression towards him.

Havin' fun there, kiddo? Njal decided he rather liked calling everyone out on their youth, whether they were yearlings or grown adults. It made him feel... Hm, he wasn't sure. Some kind of good. He wasn't all that bothered that the moose had gone on its way, knowing it would've probably taken the rest of his sad little life to keep up with it, to watch it die, just to stuff his face with the tough meat of an ancient bull.