Mount Apikuni an easy distraction

The huff signalled to him that he was not alone, and this fact made the man's fur bristle slightly; he lifted his head and looked around, but was not fortunate enough to spy the woman who was basking. So he took a few more careful steps, dislodging small stones which tumbled beyond his view. When Njal's grizzled body emerged over the ledge, he caught her silhouette - burning bright due to the sun - and he instinctively stood at attention. It was by complete happen-stance that his wandering had brought him to her. It took a moment of scrutiny for the Russian to recognize the stranger - but when he did, his posture faltered in a subtle display of nerves. He was not on the plains and so he had no leeway here; she, no doubt, would recognize him as the fool who pestered her away from the lake.

He grunted in her direction and began to creep down the mountainside, as he was not too far from her already. With a level of ease, Njal found spots for his wide paws and descended until he was looming nearby. The man did not want to provoke her. This was her realm and he was now the invader, which was a thought that remained quite strong within his mind, as he carefully watched her.