Barrow Fields And under mountains in the moon

Of course one of them had to tag along to be annoying. Classic.  Whatever, Mal wasn't going to stop or even slow down, he had things to do (not really).  Hopefully he'd buzz off after a point like he seemed to be promising.  Whatever.  -- Does it really matter?  I'm not planning on running into you again like ever.  Despite the shifting attitude, this one of which he might have been slightly more open to, he'd already locked it in his mind that they weren't to be trusted.  It was like giving his true name to some kind of witch or demon or something.  Just probably not a good idea, somehow or other.

Mal was also completely unaware of whatever was going on with the other two wolves.  Even if he did hear what was going on, as long as it wasn't catching up to him, he'd put it out of his mind.  Not his circus.