Njal

Riding on his happily healed horse Njal lets the others chat amongst him, a wary eye on the gnome. Her transformation hadn't offended him as much as some of the others, she were still a gnome not one of the hated ones bit it was a form in poor taste. He pulls up on the slope overlooking the rangers hut. "That could be a good sign eh? A light on for a weary traveller."

He hops down from the horse landing in a flurry of snow. "You want me and the dog to head up ahead and see what we can see? See if the boy here can smell any great cats?"