Neverwinter Forest a lot of pretty girls outside

Mal hadn't caught anything huge today, just a plump little vole, but he was bringing it to Cupid as he'd done quite a few times -- not every meal, but enough that Mal hoped it showed he was trying. He didn't linger long most of these trips -- regardless of what Cupid had said, Mal was still worried that he'd somehow piss him off enough that he'd abandon the pack and take Caerus with him. It was safer to be brief about it, or so said his logic.

When he spotted the den entry, there was a slight dappling that seemed to be floating in the air there -- no wait. Was that Caerus? He'd frozen mid-step but now moved forward with more urgency, tail wagging behind him and head lower. He didn't want to scare the pup, not that he had any idea if he would or not. And he still had that damn vole in his mouth, so all he could do was mumble a sort of happy whine at him as he got closer, slowing, nervous.