Swiftcurrent Creek i won't be on long enough

He'll only pass through - once Fox arrives and dismisses him, I'll have him leave.

Overburdened by a sense of guilt, the man had thrown himself in to his duties with a new fervor since the vanishing of Bones. He hiked along the edge of the territory as swiftly as his hefty body would allow, pausing to inspect odd spots along the way; from time to time, he would reinforce the scents. As he traveled Njal noticed a figure upon the horizon - and at first mistook them for Bazi. But their gait was off. The closer he got, the more noticeable the stranger's lurching became; and so with a bristling spine Njal bayed a call for Fox, summoning her before the intercept. The call carried beyond him as he picked up pace but faded by the time Njal had reached the aged wolf, finally recognizing him as Lecter; except that the scent he held more closely resembled the Vale wolves - curious. The warden came to a halt but said nothing, guarding the witch while awaiting Fox's arrival.