Swiftcurrent Creek Home is where the heart lives.

Edited because I didn't see Bazi's reply to my other thread. Derpin' the timelines.

He had not been far from Tuwawi when the summons rang out; the core of the territory had beckoned him away from his responsibilities for a brief moment, but when the strangers called upon the borders, he was swift to answer. Though he was loathe to leave the children unattended, the warden felt compelled to show his face; they would not be too far from the brood, in case something did happen. He made good time, with Bazi and Scimitar slipping ahead of him easily - but Njal had made a brief detour when he saw the flash of red that was his wife, and was keen on being by her side. The swift steps of Tuwawi were met by the thunderous applause of his own - and they made good time, arriving together, just after a few of the other pack mates did. Tuwawi slipped ahead of him to show her support along Bazi's side, and Njal did the same just opposite: passing by Scimitar who appeared injured, and sidling up alongside a youth he did not know (Shadow).

Njal's gaze drifted across the group that had assembled upon their doorstep. As his attention drifted across each wolf, his golden eyes landed upon Ferdie's face with a sombre scowl. He could not resist the natural impulse to size up the other wolf, and due to this the warden's fur spiked along his spine. A single ear was directed towards Bazi for any words she may wish to speak - and a part of him hoped she would tell them to attack - but there was silence all around. A tense silence which did note bode well at all.