Phantom Hollow Out of the Frying-Pan into the Fire

Dusk.  The recent weather made the Hollow's fog seem thicker than usual, and the dying light only emphasized the gloom.  Mal was on the prowl, obviously, searching for... Whatever.  Food, other wolves, he didn't care.  He did need to find both eventually but it wasn't like he personally saw himself hurting for either.  He felt as though his life in Neverwinter was pretty ok.  It could be better, sure, but he didn't mind the way things were.

Mal wasn't really sure he was going to find anything here in the first place.  It seemed quiet and empty.  He'd walked through it before and had just assumed it was that particular day but now that he was here a second time, it seemed much the same.  On the other hand, he matched pretty well with his surroundings, his dappled grey fur providing ample camouflage as he wandered, eyes sweeping for signs of motion, ears seeking the slightest noise not caused by his own paws.