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

Let's be real, Mal would not have really minded knowing that he'd interrupted in this case. Oh no, interrupted a lone wolf hunting in his forest! Horrors! But back in reality, some part of him really did see this as a sort of crude test of what he'd learned so far about others. He wasn't sure what result was equal to an A, but this was probably an occasion when any passing grade would do.

Mal smiled as well, but it certainly wasn't a bubbly, joyous sort. No, Mal was confident and seemingly amused at the world -- might not be the broadest of grins, but the fact she was still even here was amusing in its own stupid way. She didn't know when to quit, apparently, but that wasn't going to be his problem much longer. Well if you were looking for someone frilly and quiet I'm certainly the wrong wolf. Despite the fact his conversations these last few months involved a lot less yelling than they had when he was younger, Mal still wasn't subdued in any means.

Well, Mal had kind of guessed she'd been the one that Vallkyrie had maybe referenced, but hadn't been sure. There weren't many choices at this point for who else it might have been. Which was why he didn't go in guns blazing like he might have for anyone else -- certainly not out of any respect for Belharra, she hadn't earned any. His assurances, though, were no lie, I treat all my packmates well. Sort of why I'm taking the time to talk instead of taking the goon squad approach. Or does that take the fun out of it? That last question was delivered with the slightly raised brows and head tilt of mock apology. Look, he was pretty sure most people didn't like the mega bully option, but this chick was weird so he wasn't taking any chances, even if it was just a joke.