Swiftcurrent Creek Sting like a bee

@Jace -- Spar?

Flat land did little to shield a wolf from the weather. More importantly, Njal found that living here had made him more cautious of other wolves. It was difficult to tell at an immense distance if a silhouette was one of a friend or foe, despite how easy it was to spy upon their wandering. Out here in the wide spaces, a wolf could go where he chose - but he would be seen by many. This thought carried with the warden as he headed away from the river. He marched towards the mountain in the distance as if to shelter himself within it's shadow; however, he only made it so far before the sky began to turn dark. With a lift of his nose towards the sky Njal inhaled the sharp scent of rain and watched, for a time, as the sky finally opened up. Anticipating a quick spring shower, Njal stood beneath the spray of drops as they fell, feeling them drip and drag like fingers through his fur. With a huff the man returned to a proper stance and began to hike onward. He adjusted his path so that he moved in a wide circle and headed back towards the creek -- but he was not so lucky. A few pounding steps later and the sky really opened up, spilling more than just a sprinkle; the warden sought out one of the sparse trees to hide beneath and lingered there, watching the rain as pensively as the brute could.