Blacktail Deer Plateau The Gathering of the Clouds

If he had known Rusalka was the home of some of the maniacs he'd encountered on the coast, Mal probably would have bailed long ago.  Instead, he just got more evidence that he was better off on his own.  Every pack he came across that wasn't right next door to Elysium was full of people who probably thought they were the best thing out there.  No, he was better making his own pack because there was no way he'd tolerate this behavior in people if they were supposed to be his friends.

Really, she was gonna go and claim he was unlikeable? Had she looked in a mirror recently?  His single-word reply was almost a laugh, Hypocrite.  Need he say more?  He had listened, he had been reasonable, but this stupid chick acted like he was an idiot before he retaliated in kind.  Sorry Mal tried to ask you to look down from your hoity-toity throne, but it turns out you were useless anyway.  He turned to start downhill and head home.

She was so caught up in her own little world that he did now hope a rock beaned her on the head.  Or a tree.  You know, whichever was more likely.  The other guy was more of a disappointment, if only because he seemed to be that fool's pet.  What weak-minded creatures.  Whatever. At least he didn't have to deal with them again... Though maybe he could encourage some of the local freaks to go harass them instead, hmm... Something to think about on the way home.  Man, that'd be glorious.