Swiftcurrent Creek Sting like a bee

The activity left him haggard and eager for a rest, which surprised him. It was possible that age was creeping up on Njal - but he ignored the nagging thought, and assumed that he had just been out of practice. The last time he had sparred with another wolf was when he was aligned against Jinx. This thought brought a small nostalgic sensation to the forefront of Njal's mind, but it too was quickly dismissed. Jace's question brought with it thoughts of Kindred, and those lorded supreme above the rest. "Prior to living here, I lived in a place called the Seahawk Valley." As he spoke, the man sank in to a seated position again, and this time he did not get up. With forelimbs bracing his torso he simply sat and breathed, his tongue lolling out of one side of his mouth briefly. When he slurped it back inside, behind his teeth, he continued. "I was a member of a pack called Kindred, where I trained as a warrior. It is where I met Tuwawi, actually. I helped to train her as well." Njal's head lifted casually, observing the dark boy for injuries as he spoke.