The Heartwood Dreamland is a free land

He really did need to make a mental note to not come back here. It didn't seem like it ever was a good trip. Or if it was good, it'd come back to bite him later. He was oh so good at listening to those mental notes. And by that of course we mean not at all.

The fact someone bothered to come out here always surprised him -- it was another thing he should probably stop being surprised by. And thanks to the weather and his own inner-complaints, Mal hadn't immediately noticed him. Huh? It took a second to find the wolf who called out to him through the brush. The offer? Well, Mal didn't think too hard about it. Okay, he shuffled over that way, crawling under the bush best he could. He got maybe two thirds of the way under but was kind of hesitant to go farther, mostly because his brain finally caught up and realized getting all cozy with someone he didn't know at all -- well okay, he didn't have that issue all the time, but there wasn't anything clouding his decisionmaking this time through. A pause, he grinned, perhaps overly cheery at this nonsense, So, what brings you out here? It gave him a moment to actually take a look at the guy too.