wrong side of heaven

Being vague until the thread with Bazi and the group is over.

After the gathering had dispersed, Njal had pointedly avoided the other wolves even though it marred his image as a new Beta. As soon as the recruits had introduced themselves he had locked upon one particular name, and now he doggedly followed after the man who had caught the warden's attention. To think that Cutthroat roamed the territory without an escort at the very least, bothered him. Then again, there were enough wolves in the territory now - enough loyal followers of Fox - that the prisoner would not get far, regardless of his intentions.

As the man wandered, Njal marched on after him. He was lazy in the way he pursued the enemy, in part because the warden did not want to spook his target. There was enough time to apply stress and pressure if the need arose; Njal thought of this grimly as he moved, following the curve of the creek until Cutthroat finally stopped. The man lingered at the edge of the water as if transfixed, giving Njal an opening to move ahead. Their path intersected with one of his well worn patrol routes, giving him a good reason for being there - even for following the pirate, should the question be posed before him.