Neverwinter Forest dustbowl dance

Over the time he had lived here, Mal had run into a lot of wolves lurking around his borders. He wasn't sure why more of them didn't just call if they wanted something. It was weird, in all honesty. Given he'd be heading off to do leader-y things in a few days, he was paying a bit extra attention to the borders so that his brief absence wouldn't be so noticeable. 

He'd seen the wolf at a distance, but had taken his time walking over to intercept. There was no doubt there was a pack here now, so Mal kept an ear pointed that way as he marked a few of the outside edge trees. There was every chance that they would call, but as the moments passed... They didn't. Hm. So, finally, he metaphorically set his work aside and moved to intercept.

It was some dude. Not anyone he recognized. And yeah, still hadn't called. Well, Mal was here now, so he continued his stroll forward with a broad smile with a hint of mischief, you know, the usual. You're at Neverwinter Forest. Is lurking around outside pack borders a hobby of yours? A potentially deadly one, he had to think.