Neverwinter Forest Sleep is a river

Things were more simple if you approached things from Mal's side of the world. There was what was there, what you could touch, and that was about it. There were no multiple layers of things he couldn't understand, just fact and opportunity. He did his job to the best he could understand, and until someone said otherwise, all was well. 

The scent got stronger, so he picked up the pace. Mal juggled the rabbit in his mouth, making it so he could sort of talk around it, Miriam? He'd spotted her up ahead, adjusting his path to come up to her, Can't have you hiding away. Share a meal with me? His tail wagged behind him. See, all positive. He'd set the hare down in front of her -- as long as she didn't like... sprint off into the distance or something.