Neverwinter Forest blowin’ off my mom, i don’t wanna go home

So familiar, yes, but not to a degree that would have earned a reaction like that in Mal's eyes. Weird.

But Cupid didn't seem to know what to think about the pelt. Mal thought by now it was obvious, but then again, he was the one hoarding the damn thing, so he had plenty of firsthand experience. Might be better on that than right on the snow. Or at least, I think it might help. He shrugged. At least when he'd mashed his face into like a complete idiot, the snow felt more distant. Maybe it was just him imagining things though. For an adult it might not matter, but maybe for a pup that small, it might? He wasn't sure, but it made sense kind of... If pups had to be in dens, that was warmer -- probably. Do you want me to get you something to eat, or..?