Wapun Meadow sun and moon

The stranger did not flee, nor did she approach. They shared a brief glance during which moment Njal tried to discern her motives - but he was still unsure. She was a regal thing. Petite, compact, but with a proud bearing that caught his curiosity. As they sized one another up Njal was silent; however, he assumed a swaggering step in order to approach her. The stranger's scent was unlike anything he had come across so far. The warden thus assumed that she was far from home - wherever that may be. Perhaps she was in need of shelter.

With everything that had happened in the creeklands of late, Njal wasn't aware of how fit the pack was to take on another mouth to feed. So instead, he nodded solemnly to her and commented dryly, "There is a pack north of here that lives alongside the river, and another just west of that upon a mountain," If she was a traveler then this knowledge would be worthwhile to her, even if it was a bit sudden. If he couldn't aid this newcomer otherwise, he could at least give her knowledge of the area.

A small smile crept upon his face as he tried to appear friendly, but there was a steely quality to the gold of his gaze; careful, protective. "Your scent is very different from others I have encountered." Njal mentioned, as if it explained his strange passing of information. "Welcome to the Teekon Wilds."