Swiftcurrent Creek Fear of Sleep

It would be night soon enough, but for now the sky was only beginning to darken. The colors caught his attention as he slipped across the lands, but Njal's mind was filled with more important thoughts than simply the sky above. His travel - no, his search - had ended with a bitter failure. He had passed in to the territory and avoided his family and his responsibilities for a short span of time; selfishly, perhaps. Now, with the familiar river being his favored path, he headed towards the den. The beast did not make it that far — catching sight of Tuwawi in the distance, who seemed to be in good health and pleasantly occupied by something. As he drew nearer he caught sight of the pheasant in her jaws but said nothing. He traced her outline with his eyes, and as the light cascaded in brooding purples and oranges across the flame of her back, his gaze softened.