Otatso Wetlands the time's come to play

Home? Where was home. That was a good question. Any other day he would've been swift to acknowledge the glacier; but any other day, he would've had fond thoughts of the place. His home was with his family, and they were splintered to pieces...

The glacier. Its... North from here. Northish. He rumbled, his tone turning lethargic, and began to stride through the loose mud. The big lug slipped a few times due to improper balance, almost as if he'd forgotten that there was mud all around him. On him too, he realized when a breeze passed across the two of them; sending a chill up his spine. Feel free to visit little one, if you ever need it.

He wasn't really thinking - or else Njal would've introduced himself, maybe talked about his home more, and made a point to remember the skinny little creature. In all likelihood Njal would return home, pass out, and not remember this entire event by morning.