Neverwinter Forest Baby eat this chicken slow, it's full of all them little bones

There were fewer dour days now, at least ones that he couldn't hide. But even if it was a bad day, he couldn't stop doing his duties. He had to because it was his job. He couldn't just rot away and dump everything on Simmik -- he wanted her to get better, dammit. Or.. Back to normal? What was the right word for it? Maybe that'd be something to think about on today's patrol.

He heard the other wolf walking along before seeing who it was -- or smelling. Considering they still weren't at the borders, it was likely a packmate. He'd find out exactly who shortly. So, he called out, Hey. A rather neutral thing, but that pretty well described him right now -- it was all usual, standard, all of that. Not a joyous man right this instant, Mal was still sorting out whether it was a good day or bad day. At some point, that'd become clear, but it just hadn't had a chance to form yet.