Nova Peak to commandeer one of these ships

There was a pleasant tone to his voice, and a glint to his eyes. Appraising him now, Chacal guessed him to be on the brink of maturity; likely the same age as Sobo, Mireille and Loko. He struck her as being an earthy man, though there was something windswept about his fur that made him look as though he'd travelled in blustery maritime winds before. He's handsome, easily. 

He took his time to speak, thoughtful. Chacal was amused by his answer, but also by his accent. She stole a glance to the tail that flicked, and noticed the patch of red on it. It could have been a coincidence that she'd found someone who sounded like Njord, and who also bore some semblance of his tail marking- but she decided to keep her awareness a secret. She would get to know him better, likely, if she acted as though she didn't know him at all. 

"Den we climb toget'er, if you'd like.
I know a way up, an easy hike." She said invitingly, stepping a bit closer. 

There certainly was a charm about him. She wanted to hear him speak more, to see how his emotions made his eyes gleam.