Swiftcurrent Creek midnight sun

As much as he wanted to avoid talking too intricately about Jace, the situation with the inky youth was prevalent upon the creek wolves minds - so it wasn't too surprising when Fox brought up the boy. “Then surely you have noticed where the outcasts have gone,” It relieved him somewhat that the alpha knew of their whereabouts; he did not feel like a traitor to whatever relationship remained between himself and Jace due to this. He nodded glumly, saying nothing. The wolves of the Vale had been heated rivals after some time, and their disappearance meant that the soon-to-be Sveijarn family would have plenty of food to sustain the extra mouths. Jace threatened that; he was on the wrong side of the border.

When Fox pressed him for advice, the older wolf let out a drawn sigh. He looked up at the fading golden sky and thought quietly to himself for a moment. The creek came first. It always came first. His family, their home, everything was more important than his friendship - however strained - with the foolish boy that threatened it. Still, he did not wish ill upon him.

Njal settled back upon his haunches, sinking in to the warm soil. "They are a threat, and threats need to be taken out." But that was too harsh. He realized this once the words were spoken, and corrected himself. "Driven off of the mountain and made to settle elsewhere, perhaps. The wolves of the Vale were an irritation and they claimed the heart of the range - but Jace and Ferdie, they seem intent on settling on the Sunspire."

Attention drifted towards the oncoming darkness, where the mountains loomed in the distance.
"At least, that is where I found the foolish boy."

Njal's fur prickled a bit, for he still felt quite defensive after their brief but heated conversation. When he turned to regard Fox again, there was a tumultuous glow within his eyes - made more malevolent by the fiery sky. "He fears for his life, you know. I found him by accident and he thought I had been sent to kill him."