Light the Night

Puttering this along! The next deadline will be Sept. 12. Tuwawi is absent so I'm going to skip her for now. @Hatshepsut @Skull @Danica @Jökull @Valtýr @Maera @Lárus @Malachi @Týrr

They had made it. Gathered together before their future home, with the voices of allies ringing free across the land. Njal was suprised by how moving it was; to have Tuwawi at his side, his children behind him, and all of this before him - before them - was almost overwhelming. When the song had died, Njal turned to look upon those that would become his new family. His gaze lingered upon his gleeful, sleepy children first; he turned to Sveinn next, as the boy was familiar from his brief time among the creek wolves; then to Danica, who was looking ahead with the others towards the burning sky. All of Njal's doubts and misgivings about leaving the creek evaporated in those fleeting moments.

He took a breath of the new air, feeling the embers of the sunset imbibe him with strength, and began to address the crowd. This was not his forte - really, he should leave the talking to Tuwawi and keep himself occupied with the more physical aspect of leadership - but he couldn't resist.

We've made it. I am proud to have you among my family, the man's voice rumbled, and he looked to each wolf in the party, catching their eye not in a challenging manner but a humble one - the gold in his eyes ignited by the vibrant sky. Our pack will flourish with your aid. Our children, and those that come after them, will be a testament to your diligence and ability. Duskfire welcomes all of you - and we thank you- Njal glanced towards Tuwawi, whose body burned with skyfire; when he looked back upon the group he was smiling for a change. -from the depths of our hearts.

That was enough sentimentality. But he meant it, every word. There were other things to talk about but for now, with everyone so exhausted, matters of heirarchy and status could wait until they had all rested from the journey. Njal stepped towards his wife and pressed his nose against her cheek, a brief moment of affection that he didn't feel the need to hide; the love within his gaze was obvious. When next he spoke, it was with a tired lilt: It is time to rest now. he muttered, and turned to begin herding the children towards the glacier all over again.