Neverwinter Forest On some level, food knows its' food.

After all that had happened as of late, there were a few things on Mal's to-do list that needed to be struck off. One of those was security. There were a few copses around the edges of the forest that he didn't always mark, and from the smell of this one, it was where the broken-nosed stubborn doofus had settled herself. Time for her to get over herself and move on if necessary. The pack had grown and they would need the space and safety that came with having no question that the entire forest was theirs.

He probably heard the turkeys too, but with enough else on his mind, Mal wasn't planning on hunting them right now at least. So, as he casually ambled he was calling out various things in a singsong voice, Oh where can that wolf be? Certainly not near. None of it was particularly serious or anything. Hell, he was kind of hoping she'd decide that by turning the tables she'd decide to vacate at the sound of his voice, but he figured he'd never get so lucky. Mal wasn't starting off in a glowering mood today at least. No, if she popped out of the bushes right now, he'd look at least neutral for the first few seconds and see how it turned from there.  But this was at least on his terms this time, so would see how that went.