He was at the heart of the forest, sitting like a sphinx under the boughs of a large pine. He'd been there for a while now, watching the world move around him. With Cam gone it was easy for Mal to keep to himself while he pondered -- not many left around, not that there had been a ton in the first place. He had yet to notice Ibis was back -- either he was oblivious or just hadn't been to the right place in the territory yet, whichever.
No, he needed to do something. Sigh. He pulled himself up to his feet, rubbing the top of his head across the bark of the low branch above him. Mal wanted this all to happen, and though he wasn't sure of a lot of things, that was one thing he was certain about, even if he didn't know the details. A cold sort of calm had settled over him this day, and he strode forward with slow, measured steps. Mal had no destination, but if he walked far enough he'd hit the borders eventually. It'd be something to do. He'd protect what was his.
No, he needed to do something. Sigh. He pulled himself up to his feet, rubbing the top of his head across the bark of the low branch above him. Mal wanted this all to happen, and though he wasn't sure of a lot of things, that was one thing he was certain about, even if he didn't know the details. A cold sort of calm had settled over him this day, and he strode forward with slow, measured steps. Mal had no destination, but if he walked far enough he'd hit the borders eventually. It'd be something to do. He'd protect what was his.
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