The Heartwood Dreamland is a free land

Mal just overall had trust issues. Didn't matter who it was. And this guy here seemed like he probably came from tougher stuff than Mal did, even if everyone was wet and not nearly so fluffy as usual. He stayed put a moment but as the other slightly moved away, he felt slightly more secure to take just a tiny bit more room. Well, at least the guy didn't seem to be a homicidal maniac or anything -- yet. I live near here -- my pack is in a forest nearby. Wasn't expecting this storm. An awkward smirk, Bad choice to go hunting today, yeah? Though Mal had grown comfortable chatting away with random strangers, being forced into it was still a little weird.