Firefly Glen The Clouds Burst

Did some rolls, negative on this set.  I'll have him check the other hole next round and do another roll or three there depending on whether or not my dice bounces and gets wedged under something again or not.

I'm Mal.  The more he introduced himself the more he almost wanted a longer name or something else more dignified or whatever. Maybe it'd make people respect him more.  He certainly wasn't going back to Mali, though, and probably the only time he'd been called Malachi was when he was an infant, if that, so that was pretty much an alien name to him.  Something might appear as an option, but for right now it wasn't his primary task.

Mal was comparatively twitchy, and that was being kind -- you could find a lot more adjectives that were considerably more negative -- so of course he kind of wished Markus had a bit more enthusiasm to this all.  Food was good, and it was also good to not have someone who deemed themselves a god show up to try and take it from you, so the faster this went the faster he could retreat to safety, the better it was.  Whatever.  As long as he chased the rabbit if it showed up, it'd end up ok, hopefully.  It didn't seem like Markus was particularly memorable otherwise -- certainly not in a visual way like Mal knew he himself was, unfortunately at times -- but at least by helping out he had half a chance of Mal maybe putting his name to memory.

Speaking of doing stuff. Okay.  I'll mess with these, we'll see what happens.  And he looked back to the hole he'd cleared.  After ascertaining the direction the tunnel seemed to be going, he started to dig more seriously, like he was really gonna keep digging and unbury the whole damn maze.  He wasn't, but after scraping away at the cold earth and making some headway into the cold, partially-frozen earth for 30 seconds or so, he stopped, put his ear to the tunnel and listened.  Nothing.  Ok, he dug a few seconds more, then crouched down and stuck his foreleg in as far as it would go, scraping the earth like a cat fishing for something under a door.  Still, it didn't seem like there was really a reaction as far as he could tell.  He'd dig a bit more, but at least for now nothing was gonna happen.

He'd head back to the first hole next.