Swiftcurrent Creek soft buzz · pack meeting

Posting quick like a bunny but still sorta absent.

Njal had been doing a patrol of the farther reaches, in the north. He returned just in time to witness his wife departing the den - her features pointed towards the sky briefly, while a brisk wind poured across the fire of her spine. She was quicker than him even with the added fat that pregnancy gave to her; in any regard, Njal was not pushing himself to follow. As he passed by the den he popped his head in, inhaling deeply the scent of her that lingered. As a howl broke through the air he withdrew, quick to pinpoint the direction which should be traveled, and then he was off.

When the silver man arrived it was minutes after Tuwawi, in time to catch her question. Her voice was hale and heavy with passion, just as Njal liked it. But there was an insistence to her query that made the warden take a bold step, as if to stand alongside her - but he curved himself as if to protect their agile leader from the fiery wrath of the woman. In all of this Njal remained oblivious to what had happened with his allies - the two wolves that were now no longer welcome among them. As he stood there, casting a careful yet stern glance upon Tuwawi, he surveyed the surroundings and noticed an absence. How strange it was that Jace was not here. The boy was often the first to arrive when summoned, or close to it.

It was in this moment that Njal turned to look at Fox, a bit concerned and a bit confused, but mostly blank and bland as he studied her features and waited for a response.