Neverwinter Forest The Return Journey

Lookin 4 mah packmates, ideally.

Welcome to winter.  The poor weather had caused their borders to retract a little -- who wanted to go marking territory in the clearings when there was a blizzard going on?!  Here in the heart of the territory there was snow, yes, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been.  A few faces had been scarce in the last week, but he hoped they'd be back soon -- prey was still a bit scarce, so going off hunting wasn't exactly going to be unusual.  As long as they came back in the end, he wouldn't necessarily hold a grudge.  Just come back...

Mal himself, though, hadn't wandered far from the forest's heart.  Right now he lay sphinx-like beneath the low boughs of a pine, looking out for familiar shapes roaming the monochromatic world.  He'd taken some time to do some self-reflection, but he was still unsure how it'd end up being in the long run.  Quiet times meant he could maybe figure out himself rather than fretting over the foul deeds of others.  Kinda.

Idleness caused by bad weather also gave him time to improve in a few other areas -- he had actually started properly grooming himself so he looked less like he should be named Scruffnugget McVagabond and more like a wolf quickly reaching maturity.  He might almost look good if you could get past the bad attitude.