Neverwinter Forest dusk

Mal's next trip out had already been delayed a few days. Part of that due to a certain lady from the coast, but also because he was debating with himself about how to approach step two of his trip. He was going to go see that one pack -- he didn't even know their name -- and was trying to figure out if he should bite the bullet and bring Simmik or someone else along again or just yolo off on his own and ask forgiveness if anyone got pissed when he came back. On the one hand he felt like it shouldn't matter so much, but on the other... He didn't want to insult the wolves that trusted him.

The howl broke him out of that little thought spiral -- he'd figure out an answer some other time -- and he got to his feet, trotting out from under the tree he'd settled under off towards the source. Didn't take him particularly long to get there, and he greeted the woman with a broad smile. You called? he said cheerily as he came to a halt, You're at Neverwinter forest. I'm Mal. Well, she certainly wasn't another from Yuelong, even just at a glance, and unless the wind was really trying to play a trick on him, she wasn't a member of any other pack either, so maybe another wolf he could add to the ranks? Well, even if not, he'd be on his best behavior... Whatever that was.