and then, slowly, he began to creep towards it.
It was easy enough to reach, and the stability afforded by the path was enough to allow him to stand straight. He looked around the area swiftly, perhaps for rocks which could serve as obstacles to trip upon, and was satisfied when he found little in the way of irritants. His gaze locked upon the golden woman then, and he gave a small nod of thanks - a bitter movement, which may have been received poorly judging by how lethargic an effort was put forth. Njal allowed himself to stoop his head a little lower upon reconsideration - and he even curled his tail down against the path, where it remained. She clearly knew what she was doing on the mountain, and even if he did not agree with the submission, it would keep him from falling to his potential ruin.
His ears flicked forward, cupping the silence that spread between them now that the rocks had stopped tumbling. Maybe it was her help that prompted a sort of truce to be offered, or maybe he was simply repaying the debt that her lesson had created between them. But Njal spoke up, suddenly. His voice thick with an accent of a faraway land, and crackling with dusty disuse. "Have you reconsidered my offer?" He called to her, while canting his head in a display of curiosity. If she could teach him to move on the mountain, he could teach her to fight upon it - and they would both grow stronger.