Wheeling Gull Isle Set aside your rules

Mal nodded, I can do that. He'd stick to the terrain he knew, and in the process would be able to feed his family. It was probably a good thing they were things a solitary wolf could hunt as well -- he likely was still pretty awful company, and not keen on inflicting it on people. So, he'd hunt alone. Maybe on one of those jaunts he could figure out the answer for how he could really help Hua. That would be the ideal, now wasn't it? 

At Aiolos bidding him farewell, Mal dipped his head in return. He still wasn't too chatty, but it was a polite farewell at least. In the end, Mal turned and headed off his own way. Things to do. Sort of.