Neverwinter Forest A Thief in the Night

If Mal was at all elven, he was certainly one that had been too far away from more civilized kingdoms for a bit too long.  He'd probably stopped going more feral (for now) but it'd take a while for him to figure out what was more expected unless someone went out of their way to tell him directly. He wasn't used to being treated reasonably, even now.  Certainly not by another pack wolf -- thus far the majority of his interactions hadn't exactly gone well. It caused him to metaphorically back off a little bit from his normally spiky self.  His response was almost in good humor.  Well, I claimed it like six months ago or so.  Been a while since you've been this way?  Okay, maybe it was slightly closer to five?  Maybe it was actually six now.  Time, how does it work?

He looked where she was indicating.  He wondered briefly if the earthquakes traveled to the other side of mountains -- he hadn't left this general vicinity since they started.  Looking back to Wraen, he replied, I'm Mal.  I never even went to those mountains, let alone beyond them.  Hope things aren't as screwed up there as they are here.  If the prey was plentiful on the other side of the mountains and certain neighbors here felt like throwing a fit, the path of least resistance might be to bail somewhere else.  With winter around the corner, they kinda needed some food.  Even with a smaller number of wolves, they'd probably eat the forest out of small prey eventually.