Duskfire Glacier She Wears a Coat of Color [IC Joining]

The pack was indeed new, and very small. It was this limitation that Njal desired most within his new family. The smaller the group, the more work each of them would have to put forth - but it meant a greater reward, or so he thought. The newness also afforded some kind of safety in its own right; a larger pack was hard to maintain and to keep secret. While the glacier wolves were not exactly trying to hide from the world, Njal felt like it was the best course of action in order to keep his children from harm.

These thoughts worked their way through the deepest parts of his mind, mainly settling in to a subconscious level. He heard the summoning howl and was making his way towards it - but then he caught sight of Tyrr, and dropped his speed. As important as it was for the Alpha to defend his land, it was also important to test his companions; he watched from afar as Tyrr intercepted a ruddy red stranger. At first, Njal thought it was Fox. He was indeed startled by her appearance at his border, and a subtle anger sparked within him.

How dare she show up here, after what she did. The man bitterly thought, and launched himself towards her. But no sooner had the thought of Fox entered his mind, did it evaporate again. This stranger held herself low. He heard Tyrr question the girl, and the girl in turn responded with a snappish, sharp comment. The man gave Tyrr a brief glance, and then turned his glacial features upon the fire-coated stranger.

I am Njal. He stated firmly, but calmly. There was no need to append his statement with his rank, for he had assumed quite a dominant posture upon arrival. To live here you must be willing to work. What is it you can do for us?