Swiftcurrent Creek Riverbend

The bark of the girl's voice was enough to rile something in his aging bones, but he couldn't pinpoint what, exactly. He ducked as she lunged, he side-stepped as she followed, and for a few moments the two creatures moved in tandem. Njal focused on administering a nudge or two with his square face; first with his blunt snout, then with the side of his head; there was a bit more oomph in the motions than there needed to be, but Njal wasn't aware. He didn't know taht his strength was truly that great, nor that the spindly girl might not withstand his attempts.

Regardless, it was entertaining. Njal nudged her, ducked, wove in a manner that was completely graceless, and the adrenaline from the experience was quite exuberant. It was like hunting, but not. They weren't about to kill one another or try and take down some unnamed beast for the sake of the pack; this was for them, which was a concept wholly unrecognizable to this creek wolf in particular. Njal let out an instinctive croon - a rumbling that wasn't territorial or even aggressive in nature, a sound which he had never heard himself make before. He was having fun, go figure.