Neverwinter Forest We settle down to cut ourselves apart

I should be homeworking but I gotta reply to THIS. >D

Mal had just taken a squirrel to the cache and was heading back to where he'd been patrolling before getting distracted by the damn thing. Or such was the plan, except then he caught Simmik's scent and thought she might be heading on over to the cache he had just left -- he could point out the fresh one and go over stuff for the meeting and things. So, he turned and followed along.

So he innocently trotted along for a bit until his ears caught something that made his fur bristle a little and he couldn't figure out why until a few slightly-more-hurried steps and he was able to consciously process it. Crying? He hurried up, both concerned and cautious but basically unable to just let it drop because A, that would be a boring thread and B, it was Simmik and he had to see if she was ok or if he could help or something!

Simmik? His voice and face were painted with concern as he came into view. It was probably an approach that she was now familiar with, he was wanting to rush over to her, offer a hug or something, but held back by her previous requests so he kind of bounced around at a slight distance. What happened? What could he do? If he was thinking maybe he'd notice Donovan's scent but well, he wasn't.