Wheeling Gull Isle Set aside your rules

The week was drippy, cold rain that at times wasn't sure if it wanted to be snow. If it weren't for that he was maybe starting to look a little more like himself -- albeit still not very bright and happy, but he was better taken care of. Aside from the whole slight spikiness from the fact he'd been walking in the light rain. He still hadn't gone to the borders and such a grim sky above kept him from going too close to the shore -- it just didn't seem like a good time to do so. Mal was thinking again.

He still didn't feel like he really had a place, which was something that probably had to be fixed. He was just some unmoored soul floating around -- and yes, he was here and he could protect Aibreann and his children... But where did he stand, really? With Hua? With the pack? What could he do to help her? In the worst times he'd distracted himself by doing his leadership duties and all that. It would have been nice if this had all come together by planning rather than necessity, but he didn't have that luxury. But forced or not, he still felt like he needed more of a reason. So he walked.