Swiftcurrent Creek Riverbend

She was spooked, which was something he should have expected, but then she calmed just as he did, when Njal returned to his prior position. There did not seem to be too much damage upon her body, although she did hold the scent of strange wolves - the kind that did not hold a crisp and watery scent, like those of the creek. Was she a new arrival then? Had she been pursued? Njal's ears flitted in different directions as he pondered, but he froze when she took a bold move towards him. The feeling of her nose against his shoulder made him chuff softly - a bit surprised, but not at all worried by the gesture.

Njal turned so that he could sniff at her fur, while she had her face so close to him. He nosed around her hip, and easily overtook her position with a few strides, so that the two strangers could get to know each other's scents all the better. The man grunted softly as he retreated from this venture. His head lowered along with his front half, and with a playful nudge of her cheek Njal invited her to play a game of tag - swiftly administering another nudge to the girl's own shoulder, where the red fur was forced to mingle with the grizzled striations of his snout.

He pulled away in the next moment, absently slapping at the ground beneath with his great big paws. Playing was something he wasn't so familiar with, but it was a way to get to know another pack mate; so, why not try it once in a while? Granted, the boorish man would probably take things a little too far in the end.