Blackfoot Forest new blood

The arrogance of the big cat was no surprise, although the threat that it posed remained very obvious. Njal was not comfortable with it simply lounging about in the trees the way it did. The possibility that this animal would try and take one of his kids was far too great; even if they were still along the riverside. The cat posed a new problem for Njal though. He had wanted to make a few more den sites for Tuwawi and the kids, and yet, there was no point in putting forth the effort if a cougar such as this lived here. The wolf huffed softly to himself but made no mention of his thoughts—he cast a hateful little look towards the cat's shadowed face, and then began to creep around the base of the tree.

If he alerted Fox to the presence of this pest, this danger, then maybe they could drive it out. The pack had driven out a cougar before—this one was no different. But he did not alert anyone just yet; there was still the matter of Jace and the lingering scent that Njal had tracked through the trees. Were these two somehow in league with one another? Despite the tension in the air (and the comment made by the cougar in retort to his idle threat) Njal acted as if they were having some kind of casual conversation. He paused in his stride and raised a question to the feline: "How many wolves have you seen so far from your precious tree?"