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Njal was in such a sour mindset that even the sight of his good friend did not lift his spirits; he saw her struggling, and while a previous incarnation of the stern man would have swept in to aid her, he was resistant to such notions now. Not out of a sense of loathing towards the Alpha of Swiftcurrent, but because he felt no need to help anyone at this point. His wife was gone, his family shattered in to little pieces. The news was still fresh within the beast's mind; fresh enough to distract him from any desire to aid the young leader.
He was stuck in his own way. On one hand he did not want to leave Maera alone, not even for a moment, but on the other... Just looking at the sole surviving piece of his beloved family was heartbreaking. She looked so much like Tuwawi, it hurt. He paced outside of the den - finding it far too roomy now that it was just himself and his daughter - and finally broke away from the entrance when Bazi came hobbling along.
Roughly he called out to her, You should be resting.
But the sound of his own voice was pitifully lacking in charm. No hello, no, how are you doing, just... Fatherly advice, sort of. These days it would be surprising for even the smallest smile to grace the gray man's features.