Wapun Meadow sun and moon

She picked up on his conflicted emotions swiftly, but made little mention of them; instead asking a question that made him all the more thoughtful: "And you? From where do you hail?" Njal instantly began to shrug, but caught himself mid-motion. He was a creek wolf, thoroughly devoted to the survival of the wolves by the river. But he was also a Sveijarn, and that trumped his loyalties - meaning that he was without a home.

He didn't know what to say, and thus a disquiet fell between them. Njal was thoughtful for a moment longer, and then declared: "I hail from the river pack.. But it will not be my home for much longer." Was she really interested in his plans, or was she after something else? He couldn't tell -- the mindless mountain, that was Njal -- but after stating that ominous bit of detail, he had to do something to prevent further questions; therefore, he moved on swiftly.

"I suppose that means Swiftcurrent Creek will be after more able bodies soon." He turned then, and looked behind him at the horizon. Somewhere over there, his children slept. Perhaps, since the Sveijarn family were leaving, they could put the rivalry between river and mountain behind them.