Swiftcurrent Creek Riverbend

The girl was silent. She regarded him in the same manner that he watched her; reserved, cautious, but ultimately amicable. They did not exchange words but there was a certain calm about this situation. It was not like in Kindred, where individuals were constantly titling themselves and popping out of the woodwork to be noticed; and for that, Njal was thankful. It was pleasant enough to spend a few silent moments with a pack mate, even though the had never before met.

Just as the man was about to descend once more in to a laying position, he noticed the twitch of her batty ears. The expression that creased her face caught his eye next, and then the dry blood atop her skull. He was up and moving in the next instant, perhaps a bit too quickly, but his nose reached for the tender places upon her face which boasted of her battle with another. Concern lit upon his boxy features as the metallic scent of blood slipped in to his nose; Njal gave her a curious little once-over, as if to silent last her what happened, before taking a quick pirouetting step around her skinny body, to check for further injuries.

They may not have met before, but Njal could recognize a fellow pack mate; and if she was injured, it was his duty to aid.