Stavanger Bay The night so black that the darkness hummed.

Someone did burst through the unfamiliar shadows, but not someone he recognized. She was smaller than himself; perhaps the same age, though, and likely a mother. Upon seeing her body transform in to an agitated and defensive posturing, Njal grew defensive himself - although he remained silent, even after she demanded answers. It felt strange to be the one traipsing around someone's lands. Njal had always followed the unspoken laws of the wolf - to keep out of trouble, leave others well enough alone, only take what was needed - but he was flouting those laws explicitly here. Even her brazen display of superiority (with the raised tail and obviously commanding tone) could not sway him to obey.


The man bared fangs. He did not strike out at her or act aggressively in any other manner - only warned her to stay back with a grimace. He had no purpose here, and Njal had not intended to trespass, but he was tresspassing now. Clearly ignoring the signs of other wolves (and the now pungent aroma of this specific woman, which littered the territory - yes, she was the leader here - but alone? How strange). With a huff, he hid his fangs away.

"Only passing through." He drawled, sounding somewhat cranky that he had to explain himself at all. "Not here for food or anything. Just walking." Njal turned away from her - fully turning his back upon the woman as if she were not a threat at all - and began to stride through the trees. "So go away."