Phantom Hollow It's been a little cold and not outside

This place had already proven to be pretty barren in past trips.  Still, he ended up here again following a rabbit, but it had disappeared like, well, a ghost.  He'd give it another hour of looking around for its trail before heading home again.  One good thing about having your own forest and not a huge pack was that well, less mouths to feed meant the food could be stretched out more.  Missing this particular meal was annoying, sure, but it could be way worse.  As it truly became winter, it would matter far more.

Right now, Mal would rather be back under his pines, especially since all the intrusions and other misbehavior by other pack wolves had made him pretty paranoid about leaving it for too long.  Not to mention, it was always empty here, so nothing was gonna happen.  At least so he thought until a pale figure caught his eye.  For a moment he thought that it was that same kid he'd run into like three times, but something didn't seem quite right about that.  Hm.  Squint.  Whatever.  Experimentally, he called out, Hey? and took a few steps in her direction.  Given the way things had gone in the past for him, if it was the same girl, she'd probably start yelling at him.  Mal was keen to try out more speechcraft-type things, but that needed a new subject.  And him to figure out what to do in the first place.