Chimera Fields Falling in love at 71

He was still pretty chipper about it all, making things sound like ancient history, They did a while ago, but pretty much all's quiet on the western front now. And now trouble was more from random passersby. She didn't seem to strike him as the sort who would bring trouble, but then again, maybe he was wrong. Mal was just guessing, wasn't he? She'd be a great actor if she was here specifically to attack or something. But to keep from too badly biasing her reply, he didn't mention any of that. At least from his experience with Nightwalkers, the bad sort seemed to play their hand more often than not.

Oh? His ears pricked forward. The brief things he'd said about his pack? Himself? Look, Mal wasn't gonna complain about it if it was just him as a wolf. There was the option also of just Mal knowing the region and all that, but that was far more boring. He'd treat it like the fun option and expect the less fun. So, with a bob of his head, he continued with a grin, I'm Mal, and my forest, if you were wondering, is Neverwinter.