Neverwinter Forest i'll never have wings

Mal had halted partway into the entry but didn't encroach further. He just wanted to make sure she was okay and even he knew that boxing someone in inside an enclosed space wasn't nice. His eyes adjusted as she spoke, but as it did so he crouched slightly, leaning to one side for a slightly better view. Pups. His tail wagged slightly behind him, but he did his best to not be ridiculous about it. Look, he adored Caerus, but Miriam certainly didn't adore Mal.

But his questions were more of a spew than nice and organized, Are you okay? Do you want me to get Aibreann -- she's a medic and knows about puppies and everything? The proper term 'midwife' had escaped him. But he kept going, And I brought you some food -- I left it outside, want me to bring it in? Do they have names? Maybe she'd answer one question. She at least seemed kind of okay from the way she was acting, but he'd still go tattle to Aibreann when he left. Maybe she'd want to check on her.