Wrong Foot Forward

The woman before him was fit. A little haggard from the lifestyle of a lone wolf, which he himself was trying to work out of as well, but large and formidable. Someone who could probably hold her own in a fight, if it came to that. Her words prompted him to puff up again. To stride defiantly around her and cut in front, halting an escape. A simple remark would not make him go away — he was protecting something with an almost desperate insistence.

"It is not important for you to understand," He cut her words short, not listening for any further retort from the stranger. The lull of her voice would have told him to just leave her be, but Njal was too caught up in his own desires. She was a mountain creature, that much was true, but if her home was in the mountains then why would she be here? The man levelled his eyes upon her, highly antagonistic with the pointed gaze that was directed to her own. Haughty, which wasn't like him at all. Aggressive.

"Return to your mountain." He commanded next, as his ears fell back against his block of a head. Njal felt his blood begin to boil, a pressure build in his chest - he would not ask again. And now, he was far closer to her body; close enough to reach out and snap at her, if the need arose.