Neverwinter Forest Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds.

Mal took some kicks for his trouble, if he stopped to look he'd probably have a bloody nose and a few other scrapes or bruises, but right now he wasn't paying attention. He still wanted the guy dead. 

While the trespasser ran with the recklessness of fear and need for survival, the hunters were more careful in their steps, and a gap eventually formed. When he bolted up the unstable slopes of the glacier, Mal slowed to a stop. That was where Matty died, give or take, and Mal wasn't keen on following his brother's steps up an unfamiliar slope in a hurry. Recipe for disaster.

It was frustrating. Again Mal wasn't able to really prove he was willing to do whatever was needed to protect his family -- the escape prevented it. Now instead of feeling like the protector, he was a failure, the crash at the end of a bad hunt. They should have been proud of running them off, but with everything that happened, Mal didn't see it that way -- Aibreann had kileld two people, and neither Mal nor Simmik had been able to end the lives of wolves who definitely deserved it and that was all he could see at the moment. A moment of silence and he looked to Simmik. We should head back, go see Aibreann. He definitely wanted to make sure Simmik was tended to, Mal's were just bruises for the most part.