Just gonna go out on a limb and assume nothing ever goes well for Mal so he's yet again unhappy at the world, but at some point he decided to take a break from the forest and head somewhere where he didn't feel like he was being eternally judged and looked down on by some crazy woman who wanted him to read her mind or something -- maybe if she was more reasonable... Whatever. He was still a brat who couldn't see the result of his own actions more often than not, but he was out hunting and that was far less likely to backfire spectacularly. But saying that, there was always the chance...
Hunting, sort of. He was more just sniffing around than anything. He wasn't really hungry, but it was something to do and would take his mind off of things. Theoretically at least. It wasn't like the weather was great for this adventure either -- here he was in the middle of friggin' nowhere and it was endlessly raining. Or at least felt that way. His wet fur made him look literally spiky instead of just his attitude being so. Everything else seemed to be doing a good job staying out of the weather thus far. All he could hear was the rain, and all that he found were older trails starting to be washed away.
Hunting, sort of. He was more just sniffing around than anything. He wasn't really hungry, but it was something to do and would take his mind off of things. Theoretically at least. It wasn't like the weather was great for this adventure either -- here he was in the middle of friggin' nowhere and it was endlessly raining. Or at least felt that way. His wet fur made him look literally spiky instead of just his attitude being so. Everything else seemed to be doing a good job staying out of the weather thus far. All he could hear was the rain, and all that he found were older trails starting to be washed away.
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