Duskfire Glacier A secret isn't a secret if I know

The pack is actually so, so far removed from the Creek and the Sunspire that I find it surprising that Jace got there in just a few hours. It should take at least two, maybe three days - and I doubt he'd have followed their scent all the way there on a hunch. Anyway! Just a heads up.

The small family had gotten busy as soon as they arrived in the fresh lands, with Tuwawi escorting their new allies and packmates deeper in to the territory itself. Njal had not been so close to the mountains before - he had seen them, but distantly during his hunt for Fox. With the glacier rising just beyond his vision, crowning the tops of two mighty peaks, he felt his spirits lift. They could do this. It wouldn't be the easiest of adventures, but it could be done. Together the pair could do anything.

So, with Tuwawi busying herself with their makeshift den, Njal took to scouting the edges of the known landscape. He trailed after Tuwawi's pre-laid scent and occasionally added his own; lifting a leg, scratching the ground, pressing against the various trees to leave tufts of fur, anything that would mix his scent with her own. The alpha had only been active for a couple of hours when another scent - a familiar scent at that - pricked at his nose. Njal veered off of his determined course, head raising and fur spiking with an instinctive indignation -

and then he caught sight of the retreating figure.

From a distance he could not determine exactly who it was, but the familiarity of the scent was enough to irritate the mountainous man; he halted in his stride and then began to pace along the border, hoping that the stranger would turn around again - test their luck against the agitated, protective father. When that didn't happen, Njal lifted his head and howled a warning: Stay away if you know what's good for you. Perhaps it would be enough.