Chimera Fields Roast Mutton

He'd certainly switched to be almost a different wolf than the one she first came across.  At her confirmation, his tail wagged a bit harder and he did actually seem to smile about it.  Mal's default setting had been dour for the majority of his life.  Though the rage had lifted since he got away from those he saw as tormenting him, how long had it been since he'd been actually happy about something?  Could he even remember it?  It wasn't like his puphood had been full of joy either.  

Which forest?  Oh, yeah.  There were others out there.  He turned to point with his nose, then looked back to Cèilidh, The one there to the um.  East.  With all the pines and stuff.  C'mon.  D'you want like.. A tour or something? Or uh. I dunno. What would you wanna see?  He had no idea. What did she want to see?  Obviously he wanted to impress her, but how was a good question.  It wasn't like he had much of a chance to do so before with anyone.  Okeanos' presence was still kind of weird... Maybe Mal would eventually get over the weirdness, but he hadn't yet.  It would take time.  And Ibis was even weirder because he was convinced she hated him... Cam was gone.  Who else was there?  Whatever.  The back of his mind was spinning with a couple dozen questions he needed to untangle about what to do when the answer wasn't something like "I don't trust them, I'll keep my distance."

Either way, she accepted, and Mal lead the way back to the packlands to give his probably garbage attempt at a tour.  Hell, at least he was feeling pretty good about himself -- he could do this!