Swiftcurrent Creek Mirror

For anyone! Gotta get myself active again.

Their den was empty. It was not something Njal expected to find in the early afternoon as he looped back upon his own trail. He ducked his head inside to check, knowing by the lack of Tuwawi's scent that she was out on patrol or doing some other work, but resistant to her absence. A burning sensation rose up in the pit of his stomach, something that spread through other parts of him as well - but it died down as soon as the darkness of the den met his eyes; a few moments of adjustment to the dark, and he knew for certain that she wasn't around. The man huffed as he withdrew, hungry for her. Njal turned and began to wander - somewhat aimlessly - around the mouth of the den; spiralling between the trees that stood as guards nearby, and onward to the edge of the creek. He'd have to find another use for this energy which imbibed him - but from his standpoint upon the mire, there was nothing of interest.