Neverwinter Forest Kiss me, hold me, take my hand

Wasn't spring supposed to be all cheery and stuff? He felt like the air hadn't been void of some kind of falling water in like three weeks. Okay, wasn't nearly that long, but at this point he was getting tired of it, wanted things to be warmer and just generally have things be more positive.

It was starting to drive him a little crazy, mostly just tired of being damp. Then again, maybe it was also his fault, considering the most shelter he had was the trees. Maybe a real den was an okay idea. The rain was also dampening his ability to hear things as well -- the pitter-patter of the water made a nice veil of white noise that hid most of the rest. Mal wound his way from tree to tree, standing up close to the trunk of one before moving to the next, pause. You know what, maybe the sound would make it easier to find a snack, have something useful come out of this stupid weather.