Mount Apikuni Just got into town

Or maybe the devil came in a tailored spotted suit? Certainly as Mal got closer he'd like to think so, doubly so if he'd been able to read narration.

Back in reality, Mal had spotted the pale figure up ahead and hadn't thought much of it. Would a Saints person wander this close to the valley? There was a pack there, wasn't there? He was kind of unclear about the details and couldn't remember if that was where Ibis was or not. But whoever it was stood along the path was pretty much the way he was going anyway. And they didn't seem to be leaving. Maybe it was someone to warn about that one Saints guy as his good deed for the week.

But as he got closer, he felt the shiver of familiarity down his spine before he figured out the reason. Then, it hit him. The scent. In some twisted way, it made him happy -- revenge, perhaps? At least that meant putting on a smiling face wasn't too much of a trick. Oh, this was going to be good. So, Mal kept approaching, and things got even better. Well, worse. But if he'd had any lingering issues, they were pretty much erased as things got clearer. White guy, brown mark on nose. The same wolf. Mal wasn't ready for this. He had planned on finding the scent, finding Riley, they could go hunt the guy down then... But here he was, alone. Hell.

So, wing it. He slowed as he approached, calling out cheerily, Best watch out, things have gotten pretty slippery. Hope you're not out here because you have to be. Then again, Mal didn't think this dude should be out here because he wanted to be either. Maybe if he wanted to throw himself off the mountain, Mal would allow that.