Swiftcurrent Creek midnight sun

That would be so rad!

The sky was engulfed by a sublime shade of ochre, most of which petered out in to a brilliant gold-and-orange where the sun was situated. Even in its passing, the sun was a bright and brilliant thing. Warm and inviting. It was passing along the horizon line as he marched, but soon enough the light would be extinguished; making way for the far paler, enigmatic moon. There was still time for a patrol, yet with each lurch of his limbs, Njal felt himself pulled towards his den - until a figure materialized.

Emblazoned by the sunset, Fox cut quite a figure. The ruddy red of her coat was thoroughly highlighted, made metallic in some places that made her look robed in copper. A suit of armor for the days ahead, maybe. She greeted him with a bump and he, ever mindful, carefully bumped her back. His nose was extended so that he could greet her with it, sniffing at her familiar scent prior to nudging her own shoulder. Part of him was reluctant to speak about Jace as he had taken heed to the boy's warning - "...you go and tell her this soon, you may sign our death warrant.." - and thus when Fox mentioned Tuwawi, he was quick to grasp upon the topic.

"She is doing well. Although we do not know when... um, when things will happen, we think it will be soon. Maybe in the next few weeks," His face beamed with a smile, although the man's apprehension shone through it. He shifted his weight like a student standing before a stern teacher, both impatient and somehow afraid of the oncoming days. Children were coming - his children, their children - and they would make the pack stronger. But they would also place a bountiful weight upon him; or so he thought.

"I have been patrolling." He stated next, almost like an afterthought. Drifting the conversation away from his wife for the time being and in to more dangerous waters (at least in his own mind). The statement was rather bland, and gave no implications towards where he had gone. Njal was always patrolling, and everybody knew it. He was predictable, and the warden took comfort in that fact.