Nova Peak to commandeer one of these ships

Lass. There it was again- the same tone of voice and accent that she was quite familiar with. He seemed to despair a bit about their quest, so she paused and searched his face to see if his reluctance was true enough that they should give up on the adventure altogether. He had doubts, but he didn't look overtly afraid, to Chacal, and discomfort wasn't reason enough to miss out on the view they'd get if they climbed even part of the way up the mountain, toward a ledge where she knew she could see out to the ocean from. In the right light...She knew it would be worth it. But they couldn't dawdle. 

"It be more welcomin', 'tis true,
I've spent my whole life by de ocean too.
But I assure you again, and will insist;
de view we will 'ave, can not be missed." She said. 

If he was just a bit more brave, he would appreciate it, she was sure. A wolf could not be bound to one climate for their whole life, and she felt it would do him good to be a bit more adventurous, and push himself out of his comfort zones. The grade began to get more steep, and there were boulders to meander around, but no treacherous leaps on the path she intended to take. 

When he introduced himself, one ear flicked back. Sveijarn. He was, indeed, a relative of Njord's, then. The resemblance was there, but she wasn't sure if this could be a son or perhaps a nephew or cousin or something. While Chacal held no real grudge against Njord, she was acutely aware of the pain he'd caused. For now, she'd pretend to know nothing of the man, and judge what she supposed was his family member with a blank slate. 

If she didn't like him, it'd be easy enough to get rid of him, at least.

She hopped up onto a shelf of rock, and waited for him to join her there. 

"Rhaegal Sveijarn. It is nice to meet you.
I be Chacal, your 'umble mountain guide."