Dreams

That works!

His question lingered in the air for a moment or two before she spoke a response, which Njal found curious. He said nothing as he listened. The transition from lone wolf to pack wolf was a tricky one for some individuals, and it seemed as if this pale girl had many things on her mind. The term milk giver was an odd one, but not too unusual; it was probably her way of referencing a caretaker of some kind, the way his family often referred to midwives.

The girl's question was met with a slight shrug of his boxy shoulders. Njal glanced away from the river and observed their surroundings, orienting himself a little so that he could give a proper response. "Our pack has been visited by many lone wolves lately, so many of the others are probably patrolling the lands to make sure it is safe."

A moment later he was looking at the water again, entertained for a brief time by the way the light played across the surface. A fish drifted by lazily, but Njal didn't bother it - he wasn't hungry enough to fish quit yet. As silence engulfed the pair again, Njal's attention drifted back to the new recruit. "I am Njal, one of the wardens," he finally stated his name and gave a small bow of his head, before asking, "What may I call you?"