Swiftcurrent Creek Mirror

It bothered him that, as a warden and so-called protector of the creek, one of their subordinates had been stolen away. Such actions were barbaric; they reminded Njal of the days in the high north, where all manner of bestial behavior was accepted. In this more southern place he had never encountered a group so fiendish as the beasts of Tortuga. The epsilon thought, perhaps naively, that such practices were too old to have survived in this day and age. With Jace's explanation quietly falling upon his ears, Njal barely showed any kind of attentiveness. He was listening but he was doing so as a brooding mountain, taking the information without much to say in return. The man's gaze shifted to Jace's forlorn expression and suddenly he felt the need to comfort, even though Njal felt the pointlessness of his own words, "It was not your fault she was taken." He rumbled, his voice sounding detached and oddly calm. "I hear many fought for her safety. You should be proud that your brethren are so protective of one another."

Still, Njal couldn't shake the thought of his absence. It would not have changed much, but he felt a great need to taste the blood of these hounds which had imposed their pathetic will upon poor Bones. He tried to relax in the presence of Jace. Their previous encounter had enlightened Njal to how sensitive the shadow was - not to mention the little conversation he had with his wife, wherein Tuwawi had explained the boy's apology. He did not bring it up, however, such thoughts lingered in his mind. "Do you know if Fox plans to seek out these Tortuga wolves? To perhaps fight for Bones' freedom? I would willingly chase after them."