Neverwinter Forest all of these things, but one

>D

Seemed like some of the guys were out for the day. It wasn't like the end of the world or something -- as long as they came back, Mal was cool with them going hunting or whatever it is they happened to want to do. So, he'd just do boring normal things today and see what happened. He'd been on a patrol down the borders when he heard the howl.

Since he wasn't right there, Mal howled a short response before turning that way and trotting on over. However, who was there did give him pause. Squint. A sort of dappled coat? Closer to his than Araceli's from the description of it. But the voice was definitely a guy's so this was a different kind of subtle weird to him than before. Like some sort of funhouse mirror to a different reality -- a slightly different universe where he'd become a grunt instead of someone more apt to try to talk his way out of things.

Still. Gotta go see who it was. Put on the smiles, think up something mildly witty. It'd probably turn out to be a mundane coincidence anyway. So you've found yourself at the borders of Neverwinter Forest -- if you're calling for information, I'd be that wolf you want, or really for anything else, I'd still be that wolf. So what's your poison? I'm Mal.