Wapun Meadow sun and moon

The barest of smiles crept across his face when she spoke. There was little feeling behind the expression though. A sort of numbness had begun to seep in to him ever since the pack meeting, where his wife had announced their departure. Now, with the prospect of leaving so tangible, Njal was unsure of how to feel. Any remarks made against the creek and its wolves would have elicited hostility from him on any other day... But he wouldn't deny her statement.

"You will need strong bodies as well," the woman commented next, and Njal found his interest piqued. Here was this stranger - this absolute, complete stranger - making implications of potential loyalty. His brow furrowed in the next moment, for he was curious about her motives and unsure. She was a fresh face in the valley which was good in some ways; however, he knew nothing about her. How could he invite her along to their budding family if she was so... Foreign.

"Yes," he finally responded - agreeing with the statement but nothing more. Not yet. The warden drew in a soft breath and drifted in his thoughts for a moment. "But not yet." Maybe in the future when the children had been moved and he had allies he could count on, then the stranger could be trusted. He wasn't about to put his faith in a total stranger from another land, someone as exotic as the regal beauty before him. "Perhaps when we have finally been ousted from the creek, I can call on you?"

But he wasn't going to hold her to any promises.