The Sunspire Stuck in Colder Weather

"We." Njal's voice rumbled to life again, catching upon the repeated mention of another - and while his attention had previously been locked upon Jace, he now trailed the treeline with his eyes and listened to his surroundings more aptly. If Ferdie was around somewhere, then the two must have mended whatever ills that had sparked their fight. It wasn't enough to correct Njal's new view of the pair, but it was a start. They were lowly loners now taking refuge among the rotting caches of an old packland, but that would not sustain them for long.

Jace's comments were heard, but nothing was said in return about them. The warden was doing his duty and scouting the area even if it was farther from the claimed lands he called home, and he would not leave until he garnered more information. His gaze slipped back to the boy of shadows, looking for these injuries that he spoke about, but they were hidden from him by the grey murk - and time had mended many of them already.

As he regarded the boy, a thought occurred to him: "Do you plan on staying here, in the mountains?"

Having been watching the borders for so many days, Njal had been aware of a few missing scents among the creek wolves; perhaps they had fled here, following the two beasts. If they planned on making a home here then they would be in direct competition with the creek, the way the Vale had - and it was Njal's duty to report such things back to Fox.