Swiftcurrent Creek Old Habits

Setting this after his joining thread with Fox and Lethe. He is going for Gamekeeper for now, but might switch to Warden when winter ends.

Snow crunched beneath the weight of the man's heavy steps, his strides a little less rigid in their efforts, but no less insistent. With winter rolling across the land, he was thankful to have been brought in to the fold here at Swiftcurrent Creek; Njal could find things to occupy his time and his mind now, instead of the constant wandering, the perpetual wondering which had worn down his spirit until this point.

His path led him along the territory's most vital of resources, the river. He had left behind his sleeping nook beneath the trees and taken to patrolling the water's edge, keeping his sights set upon the fish beneath the surface. While the winters here were mild, they were still dangerous. Njal had observed the river for the first few hours and noticed the ice that had already solidified upon the surface; it was on the edges, and he could not tell how thick it was in some places. Perhaps fishing at this time was a more dangerous adventure at this point than he initially thought.

Njal turned to survey the flat lands around him, which cut a stark white path across the horizon; trees were coated in it, some more than others, and the sky was filled with a dimly lit grey. It was quiet, peaceful, but the man was left with his thoughts and that just wouldn't do at all.