Neverwinter Forest A Thief in the Night

Tag can be just for ref!

Except it wasn't night. It was the middle of the damn day, going through the chapter titles of the Hobbit deemed that was to be.  The last couple  of days had been rather chilly and damp, but that was to be expected.  It was slowly drifting towards winter after all.  Mal had also gone and finished repairing a few of the patchier bits of border but he was relatively happy with how it was now.

Well, as happy as a guy could be who still felt like people were out to do no good at every turn, but so far he'd found a grand total of one wolf who seemed like they maybe gave a damn, AKA @Cèilidhh, but if she wandered off like everyone else in his life, he wouldn't be surprised.  Perhaps he was just accepting the fact that apparently his role in life was to be alone, hated, and all that nonsense, for no reason he could discern.  He tried.  He had certainly tried.  He wasn't giving up quite yet.

The world outside seemed pretty empty right now.  He was shaded under the low boughs of one of the pines and nothing seemed to be moving beyond his territory.  To a certain point, he was thankful.  It meant nobody was coming to cause problems today.  Yet at the same time, how would he recruit if he had to stay here to protect the territory from whatever bad neighbors felt like showing up today?  Mal was uncertain to the solution of that puzzle, and he moved on, keeping an ear turned inward and his eyes outward.