Neverwinter Forest nothing but the wild rain

Storms were getting to be old. He'd been through enough by now just in this last month that a bit of blue sky (or even just non-dripping clouds) would be really nice. Mal was limping along on his patrol, marking as he went. Pretty typical until he heard the howl. Wasn't too far, but he also wasn't gonna run super fast. Shapes formed out of the rain, one familiar, one not.

He hadn't been expecting to see Cupid out here. He hadn't run into him at all at the borders before. Did he mind? Uh. Not sure yet. He wouldn't be surprised if Cupid told him he should be relaxing or whatever, blah blah, but hello, he was the alpha here and he really did need to go and make sure that the borders were well marked and stuff. Between rain and being gone, there was plenty of work to do. Time to find out, he supposed. Now that he was in sight, he walked on that leg with nearly his full weight to disguise it. He'd probably regret it later (and in just a few steps because ow), but right this instant he believed it was the best option. Leaders shouldn't be weak. Or something like that. Whatever.

As he got close, he grinned to Cupid, Fancy seeing you here. Maybe it was all sort of a dare for him to bring up his shoulder. Then he peered over to the stranger inquisitively. He was sure Cupid had asked at least one question, so hopefully she'd give an answer, repeat if necessary, all that jazz. I'm Mal. This is Neverwinter Forest.