Dreams

The sky had cleared, for the most part, but it wouldn't last. In the interim Njal spent his time trying to dry off. It was a pointless task that he quickly gave up on - no matter how much he shook off, the soaking grassland would only replenish the fluid that was cast away. So, he gave up the effort and began to peruse the edge of the river once again, having grown hungry since his early start; frequent patrols along the border meant he had to keep himself well fed. As he came upon one of his favored fishing spots, the warden paused.

A pale stranger was loitering nearby, her face tinged in red as if she had just finished gutting a prize fish; and while Njal was eager to drive them away, he knew that a wolf could not be this deep within the territory without being a true member of the pack. Njal tried to ease up on his defensive posturing as he approached, his tail flicking idly behind him and head level to his shoulders; when he was close enough to determine Fox's scent upon the stranger, he relaxed properly. Still, his head raised to show his dominance.

The girl just.. Sat there. At first Njal was curious, as she did not appear injured; but the brooding man could not just stare at her for hours on end - so he finally made a proper approach and rumbled a greeting, hoping that the deep sound would not startle her too much.