Neverwinter Forest stinky pinky and sheldon

It was almost time to go. He'd just finished the last patrol he'd be doing before the trip and had turned inland to go find Simmik when the howl came. He paused mid-stride in indecision for a moment then at last turned to go see what that was about.

Because of implications in last threads, let's say Mal kind of recognized her scent when he got closer. He tipped his head curiously when he became aware of this, striding forward with the casual confidence he usually carried. Mal looked her over briefly as he approached, spotting the bird that stood out against the snow before he looked back to her. Curious! Mal wore his usual grin, Familiar scent but not familiar face. I'm Mal -- how can I help you?