Neverwinter Forest Insidious is blind inception

Mal was returning from a hunt.  In fact, it was even a successful one, but the thing he caught wasn't exactly the biggest.  In fact, it was just some squirrel thing -- ground squirrel, tree squirrel, who knew, but it had a long fuzzy tail and that's about all he needed to know.  And Mal being Mal was bringing it back to stash in that one remaining cache that was probably pretty damn empty at this point.  Emergency food.  Or something.  It felt good to at least know there were definitely a few people around now -- it made him feel actually kind of useful.  Cèilidh hopefully would show up again soon, and it was only because of how nice she was to him that kept Mal from placing her on the "probably bailed" list quite yet.

As he wound his way back home, he spotted Simmik along the borders (or it sure better be her, because nobody in the pack looked too alike).  He picked up his pace a little, trotting her way, woofing around the squirrel in his mouth as he got closer.  With a wag of his tail he then attempted to say, Need it? referencing the food, but it was probably a bit garbled, though not as bad as it could have been.  Aside from the freaky cloud out there, the rest of the world seemed to be slowly going back to normal.  Maybe.  Not a ton of shaking at least.  Maybe food would come back soon too?  He could hope.