Chimera Fields Falling in love at 71

He always preferred things when conversation was less serious and more playful. He kept a similar tone, fake-aghast at her suggestion, What, do you doubt my ability to find myself in a nice little pile of trouble? Sure, it keeps things interesting, but not having to worry for a bit is nice sometimes too. And at least right now the conflicts he ran into were mostly self-created -- and they likely hadn't blossomed into something more serious by this point anyway. Just sitting around at home sounds like a good way to get stuck in a rut and never climb out. Mal was way too cool for that life.

Yeah, my pack isn't too far from here. Got ourselves a nice forest to call home, think it turned out to be a good choice. He pointed back over his shoulder at it casually. Should he have added on that tidbit he used to about it being a nice group of misfits too? Hell, could he use the misfit line any more? All things considered, Neverwinter had turned into a place that wasn't too crazy. Okay, Mal was likely to cause trouble for himself but that was about it. There were some normal wolves, not just abandoned children he'd collected.