Swiftcurrent Creek Riverbend

The boxy man's breath raised from his bared teeth in thin layers of fog, which twisted around his hold upon her shoulder; he was breathing heavily for someone who had not exerted themselves so much. Perhaps it was the adrenaline? Regardless of the reason why, Njal was holding a subordinate, a pack member, as if they were an enemy. Her red fur mingled with his steel coat, it pressed in to the wet snow and the unnamed girl allowed it. She did not squirm or fight him as he held her, which was probably a good decision - as riled up as Njal was, he needed to be reminded that this was a game and nothing more.

The flick of her tongue helped in that pursuit.

He didn't quite know what to do when the warmth of her saliva slid across his snout; Njal looked down his nose at her, going cross-eyed briefly, and then pulled away as if to sneeze. He gave a small cough as his eyes squeezed shut, and he adjusted himself so that he could look upon her. The red girl was free from his grip and he looked both sheepish and confused down upon her coiled body. How idiotic of him to get so caught up in their silent game! He did not speak an apology but there was a sweeping sound as his tail dropped, and he murmured to her with his teeth finally hidden away.

The lick was nothing to him; Njal was not the kind of individual who would see anything suspect about a small behaviour such as this. He was dense, and perhaps a bit too dumb to realize any actual connotations. With his ears flicking back against his thick skull, Njal reached towards the girl with a wiggling nose, hoping to inspect her, to make sure she was still all right after his overzealous reaction.