Wapun Meadow sun and moon

So an agreement was made. He thought to warn her about the packs across the mountains, the prolific wolves of the west, but decided against it. Part of the enjoyment in wandering was the exploration and Njal wasn't about to divulge every little secret; although, she seemed far too proper to be a vagrant. And then, as she spoke her name, Njal was made further aware of how foreign she was. (Ma'at-ka-Ra? What sort of thing is that to call a child?) Again the warden looked disgruntled, but the expression was momentary. "But Hatshepsut will suffice," All awkwardness aside, he gave a nod of acquiescence.

"I am Njal Sveijarn, and my wife is Tuwawi Sveijarn," A warmth sparked within him as he spoke her name, but it was guarded just the same. "Our plan is to head in to the north or the east from the creek. If you tire of your travels in the future, you may find us there." Unless their plans went awry of course. He had no way of knowing if Bazi would refuse them their departure or if some other catastrophe lay in wait. The beast had such thoughts on his mind as he turned away from her, sparing one fleeting glance across her face and filigreed coat; "Goodbye, Hatshepsut. Good luck to you in your travels."