Wrong Foot Forward

It was perhaps a case of mistaken circumstance which had led him to her. Ignorant of his own pack's boundary, Njal believed that they had taken the lake as well as the river — at least because the flat land was not as safe as the treeline along the water's edge. It was erroneous, and any issues arising today may have an impact upon his life within the pack. He was therefore unaware of the flaw within his thoughts; her silence only made him question her motives further.

A part of him was eager to chase her off, although she had done nothing wrong, and that innocence stayed his hand so to speak. The man paced, but his tensed muscles and raised hackles became less and less obvious, until he slunk around her and halted, a bit more calm. There was an insistent tone in his heavily accented voice when he put forth the question, "What are you doing here?" He watched her carefully, monitoring the way she moved and making mental notes - where she possibly came from, where she was going, if she had perhaps spent the night near the river which he felt the desire to protect.

It wasn't his place, this far from his new home. Njal couldn't help himself though. It had been ages since he'd have anything of value in his life that he held a heightened sort of paranoia about this woman. "Unless you have interest with river pack, you should not be here." The bass of his voice rumbled with an underlying warning, but he did not appear so enthusiastic that he would act against her. Not yet.