Mount Apikuni an easy distraction

The woman's words were eloquent, which was something of an abnormality for lone wolves. Many of them were more bestial - or so he had encountered - and some didn't speak at all, with more emphasis on their body language. But the way in which the woman spoke did not catch him up too much, not like the words she used; specifically, when she lanced at him over the word insult. Her intention had probably not been to get prickly, but Njal felt a twinge of guilt stab at him when she spoke the word; he had not intended to insult her, but herd her away from lands that were unkind to strange entities. Of course, he was still in the dark about which lands truly belonged to Lethe and her ilk - Njal was under the assumption that his job had been done, and it had been done well.

His brow furrowed for a brief moment, but relented as he relaxed and watched her. The old version of him may have apologized, but not this one. Njal would not recant his behaviour; he was staunchly opposed to the very idea.

"I was enthusiastic," He commented next, with a small glance across the distant horizon. His voice lulled in it's strength the way a child might avoid a certain topic of conversation; he glossed over her comments and moved on.

"You move well on the mountain." Njal commended, with a brightness to his voice which hadn't been there a moment ago. It was true, though. The woman knew how to move in this strange place, and he felt he could improve her abilities if she truly wished it. "If you return to the creek lands, I could teach you. At least, to move on the plains."

But what were the chances of that, with the girl so firmly rooted to the world of the mountain? Not to mention his eagerness to drive her away the last time. His ears flattened upon his head at this thought, a brief hesitation, before standing to attention again.