Swiftcurrent Creek Float like a butterfly

He caught the sound of another wolf before he noticed the scent; probably because the land was so heavily perfumed by Fox already. The man turned and watched her for a moment as she pranced along the edge of the river. When she paused for a drink, Njal took the opportunity to approach. Wide paws made quick work of the river stones, and while he attempted to do so as quietly as he could, there was no amount of stealth that could hide his boxy figure. When he was standing nearer to her he gave a low rumble - not exactly hostile, although the crackling sound of his deep voice could easily be misconstrued - and proceeded to playfully prod Fox's bum with his nose. As the man passed to her other side, he planted his own bottom against the wet earth and took on a placid expression, as if to suggest his innocence.