Neverwinter Forest i'll never have wings

It probably would have been better if Mal asked questions. He would have likely been here at the start, waiting, rather than off doing his normal duties. But hey, nobody tells Mal anything, so he had been off doing his normal stuff. Some patrols, some hunting, blah blah, the normal stuff. He'd snagged a particularly dumb squirrel that obviously had spent too much time scarfing down food then watching for danger, so he was going to give that to Miriam, maybe hang out a bit and attempt to talk to her, then head off to try and get something else done.

He'd arrived sometime after the event, nose twitching. He wasn't sure if it was just because he had prey dangling from the end of his muzzle or had something happened? Miriam? he garbled around it, the fur along his spine starting to stand on end. It was an unfamiliar combination and that put him on edge. He moved forward towards the den, dropping the squirrel unceremoniously to one side. Miriam? Are you okay? In the darkness he could only see one dark shape -- any smaller ones would just meld together into the shadows.