Swiftcurrent Creek Home is where the heart lives.

Without a word, the rival pack turned and departed. Njal followed their shapes with his eyes until they became a distant blur, and even then he watched the horizon. The tension had begun to ease. It was as if the creek wolves let out a collective sigh, relaxing as the captives were released and growing content as the enemy departed.

There was a solemn air about the group, regardless of the conclusion that sat upon them. Njal's ears twisted when Bazi began to speak, and then he turned his distant expression upon their new leader - catching the girl's brief look as she shared the grim news of Fox's abandonment - but he said nothing. Instead, Njal looked to the others; he studied them for a response and found his attention drifting to his wife, who appeared concerned and confused.

When she moved to intercept their new Alpha, Njal did the same but paused alongside the flame. He brushed his nose through her scruff as if his touch would ease her worries, and nuzzled against her cheek with one small motion. Beside her now, he looked upon their new Alpha and began ushering Tuwawi away - not to dissuade her from aiding Bazi, but to take her back to the den and explain.