Come in Peace

No wolf would ever willfully pass over the border of another pack; this was a rule that Njal staunchly adhered to, and believed that others would abide by. His invitation did not hang in wait for acceptance, for the woman took to striding quickly. She caught up to him, and they walked together for a short span of time. It was easy to spot others upon the plains, and easier still to notice when that other was not supposed to be there. Njal hoped, perhaps with a sense of naivety, that his company would not be faulted for their venture here. That by being nearby he would protect her from any backlash, if anyone did find them. It was something that made him err on the side of caution; he led the golden woman in to the territory but not by far. Their trail followed a simple trail until they were in a location that Njal believed would not be so frequently visited.

It was then that he paused in his stride, and turned to regard the woman. He took stock of her figure; this was not a lewd act in any way, but a constructive one. With a keen eye he traced the curve of muscle that sat naturally upon her haunch, her shoulder, and made mental notes. "We will begin when you are ready," He finally said, with a little nod. The man took a few steps away from her and his body arched, turning in a pirouette so that he could face her head-on and square his body. With a slow shift of his paws, Njal placed them in deliberate locations beneath himself; not too wide a stance, not too narrow, and then with a raised brow he prompted her to imitate him.