Neverwinter Forest it's about progress

Probably should be last post for me for the night! It be late D:

Mal didn't really have to move far in the end -- as he'd started to reach out at Zeph, he'd come right back at Mal and met him halfway. That sure made things easy but not the way he was expecting, and he ended up flopping back down with the youngster wrapped in his forelegs without much of a struggle.

As Zephyr burrowed into the fur of his neck and chest, Mal licked the top of his head when he could reach it, before starting to preen at the fur along the back of the near-yearling's neck. It was probably a bad idea if he'd taken five seconds to think about it, but he wasn't -- he was way too confused by the whole damn thing, so practically nuzzling someone who had been just about dipped in a third party's hormones seemed like the best choice somehow. But if that was the dumbest choice he made in the next few days, he was doing pretty good. Right now was definitely one of those times where he was just reacting -- within limits that he was still managing to keep, mind you, but still just doing whatever instinct said was a good idea for the next 2.5 seconds.