wrath

He did not grasp the creature's flesh, but came close. It seemed as if his opponent was adequately trained in combat, or at least in the defense of it. So when Njal's teeth clacked shut across empty air and his jaw met the blunt force of a shoulder blade, Njal was taken by surprise. He was stunned for a moment, but chose to weave around the rogue despite the effect. As it had been a while since Njal had been forced to truly fight, he fought now with the fervor of a man without an end; sweeping around the silver wolf and vaulting forward through the water in order to plant a firm jab with his snout. It was a practice he had utilized within Kindred - and when his lips grazed through Kierkegaard's fur, Njal was reminded of his first spar with Tuwawi.

This brought a new kind of rage in to the pack wolf. He snapped, snarled, and wove around Kierke's defense, refusing to relent. This was more than a warden defending his home. This was Njal, in his base form, protecting all that he had left. While any other wolf may have warned and chased and followed until the interloper was gone from the outskirts, Njal flew at Kierkegaard with no intention of letting the stranger go anywhere.