Swiftcurrent Creek Riverbend

i have some threads that are in timeline limbo, but wanted to meet njal so whatever

The fresh-faced youth had felt restless this evening, though she could not explain why. Her dull grey eyes picked up on what she could with the light of the setting sun, though she knew it would be gone soon, leaving her with her other senses to compensate. The rusty female had spent much of her time since arriving outside of Swiftcurrent Creek, but she did not feel like leaving it until the sun rose again. And it was possible that her feet would stay within her new home this time around (though unlikely).

She had come to a rather heavy-smelling path. It was worn in the snow, and Fox sniffed it with curiosity. It was not anybody she recognized right off the bat, but it was certainly a creek wolf. There was something about the scent of the unknown pack-mate that drew her toward it, though she could not pinpoint what it was. Her pace quickened, and Fox's ears were pinned forward to listen for the sounds of the stranger. It wasn't too much longer before she'd spotted him. And as his form came into her view, the Nu found herself unable to explain the strange feeling she got. It wasn't the normal "ready-to-insult" feeling that she normally felt, and yet it also wasn't indifference.

Fox considered calling out, but she was not sure what the right words would be. Instead, she simply walked toward him, and when she was close enough, awkwardly stood and waited for him to say something. Or for her own brain to think of something to say.