Neverwinter Forest it's about progress

Yolo, gonna go for the awkwards

Mal happened to not be too far away. The last few days he'd kept pretty much in the packlands and to a certain point off by himself because he still wasn't too sure that he really wanted to talk to anyone and let anyone know what was bugging him. He'd just about come to accept the fact there wasn't anything he could do but sit around and wait and see if Cupid ever showed up again, so at least that part was good, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Hell. Whatever.

Moving on. Zeph just came back from some excursion apparently, might as well go check in with the kid (shh, he can call him kid in his thoughts all he wants) and see how that crew was settling in. Again, being MIA himself hadn't helped, but at least no crazy drama had happened so far, so that was good, right? Well. It would have been good, until a scent wafting his way momentarily froze him on the spot. Good memories, bad memories, all in a nice big pile and oh god who the hell was that and why were they here. The fact that Zeph's scent was buried under all of it hadn't registered yet, but he needed to remove whoever the stranger was from the territory and somehow not mess up and oh god. He took off on a quick trot that way.

Yet when he came around the trees to the source he didn't see what he was expecting. Wait-- Zeph?! Mal screeched to a halt, not seeing any other wolf just Zeph -- and it was coming from him but not him and uhh. The end result? Absolute confusion. Umm. Zephyr? Panic and hormones and Mal's general bad education weren't doing a good thing to his poor ol' noggin.