Already tired and frustrated, Njal's body grew rigid and his fur spiked along his lower back. But as the stranger grew nearer, he thought he detected the scent of Fox which all the creek wolves carried. Was this a clue? Njal sized up the stranger and was thinking of the best way to extract any worthwhile information when suddenly - "You're aware that our little leader has vacated the premises?" -- oh.
He relaxed, but it was clear that some level of vexation still plagued him. His arrival to the packlands without Fox in tow should have been an indicator; but maybe this stranger didn't know he had been searching. Still, Njal wasn't in the grandest of moods and wasn't particularly mindful of letting the other wolf's ignorance slide. "Yes I'm very aware," He stated flatly, perhaps a bit pointed as he responded. "I tracked her as far as I could, but then I lost her heading west. It seemed pointless to continue." Njal was watching the soil where his claws had dug small chasms, but now he turned to look upon the other male. "I assume she hasn't returned."