Neverwinter Forest In a garden where the sun still shines

Every once and a while the distraction the scent posed was like some static in his brain -- just enough mental mess to have him suddenly wonder what he was out here doing again? Oh yeah. Hunting. He forced himself to focus. The tunnel he found first smelled like it hadn't been used in weeks, but not totally abandoned. He raised his head to look for the next and that's when a voice pulled him out of it, and he looked over at her approach.

Aibreann! Oh yeah. He did wonder if Cupid being here was going to mess with stuff -- but if she was really not caring too much as long as she got to have her own kids, then it shouldn't be a big deal, right? After the razzing Clover received at the borders, he wouldn't be surprised if she just hid herself in some not-often-traveled corner until it passed. He hadn't run into her since, at least. Of course, that didn't account for the fact there was another woman who'd go into heat not long after, but seeing into the future wasn't one of Mal's skills. He greeted her with a wag of his tail and a grin, Hey! Just a hunt -- haven't found a hot scent yet, so interrupt away. Maybe an odd choice of words. Been settling in fine? She, at least, was hopefully a certainty. No crazy questions.