Neverwinter Forest it's about progress

Well, c'mon. Let's get out of the snow. He gave Zephyr a nudge and started towards one of the little hideaways he'd carved into one of the thicker groves of trees. Nothing was going to be exceptionally warm at this time of year, but that bit of shelter was better than being out in the open at least.

In a way, it probably was a bad suggestion on Mal's part, but he'd been honest and willing to just leave things as they were. But let's be real, he isn't exactly the greatest at thinking ahead and had seemed like a good compromise. Both he and Zephyr were both wolves that had grown up feeling particularly unloved by the world, and if for a brief time they got to pretend that wasn't the case -- was it any wonder they'd reach for that chance?  By the time his original offer was brought it up again, Mal wasn't too hard to convince -- as if he ever was to begin with. And with a clear mind, this time he could really make sure that his partner enjoyed every bit of it: whatever Zeph wanted, Zeph got.