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I will fish,
Bazi mentioned, and then went on to name a wolf that Njal had never met; he knew little of healing, and was too distracted to keep up with the conversation further. Just knowing that someone would be there with Maera - someone who he trusted and knew - was a minor ease. Where is Maera now? I'll go find her.
Resting, I think. But it is entirely possible she has roused and gone to play-
But he caught himself falling in to the instantaneous habit of including the other children, those who were no longer present. It cut to the quick of him. There was a clear pause, both auditory in nature and physical, as he pulled back a step from the conversation. After a moment Njal recovered from his blunder, but his words were sharper due to the raw nature of his thoughts.
The den. I will lead you.
Short, snappy sounds. Before Bazi could say anything else - and before Njal could fail in his conversation skills again - he was turning away from her and loping in to the dark of the forest. Bludgeoning a path for himself and his injured friend, although he did not slow down to wait for her.