Swiftcurrent Creek A neighborly day for a beauty.

He's stationed by the north boundary. This is pretty soon after his previous thread, where he hits the wetlands. Anyone can intercept!

The mountains loomed before him, and he felt nothing for them but hatred. They weren't his mountains though, so the sensation wasn't as concentrated. Njal had managed to navigate through the frozen wetlands with ease - as if he had never left the creekside pack to begin with - but as soon as he neared the edge of the territory, he would go no further. The scent of Scimitar lingered in various patches; Scimitar, Bazi, an assortment of alien scents. It was familiar while being completely unfamiliar.

The gray beast idly wandered in the no-mans-land that was the edge of the claim; the area that placed Njal in safety among the wilderness. After a bit of nosing around, he finally stopped and lifted his head - but he didn't howl. If he did that, the sound would surely carry farther, and everyone would know where he was. Not just Swiftcurrent. Tuwawi would know, the Sunspire, potential threats to the glacier... Even now when Njal wanted nothing more than to distract himself from all of that, he protected them.

All that emerged was a heavy breath of condensation, and soon enough that dissipated too. Rethinking his actions, Njal slouched, and then he began to head east towards the cliffs and the coast. Perhaps saying hello here would be too painful - and raise too many questions.