It was during a routine patrol that a scent caught upon the wind, and was brought to Njal's attention. It was familiar in that it was mountainous, but there was something even more familiar than that. While searching along the border of the territory he caught her call upon the wind - the golden woman, there was no doubt about it. The man picked up speed and reached her position, and when the woman noticed him, he gave a small nod. There was a sense of glee in him that was betrayed in the subtle twitching of his tail; he had half expected her to ignore the invitation entirely.
"Hello," He greeted with a tinge of warmth. "I am glad to see you." Njal commented next, albeit a little awkwardly. What was he supposed to say? Hi there, lets have a friendly brawl? With a small shrug and a toss of his head, he invited her across the border's edge; the entire territory was flat land, clear of debris and provided ample room for a spar. But he wanted to do it where others would not bother them. It was in this moment that Njal wondered if Lethe would mind - maybe what he was doing was wrong, as this was not one of their wolves. He ignored his doubts for the time being, but kept his senses alert in case someone intervened.