Neverwinter Forest Paradise on the right, hell on the left

Mal really hadn't left the territory much at all. Just a tiny bit of wandering after prey here and there. Uhh. When was he supposed to go back to scouting? Oops. I think she'd be fine with it at least. I've been making sure she has something -- she hasn't really said much about what she wants, though. Which was really the problem the whole time, wasn't it? How they'd ended up in this mess in the first place. He'd certainly been trying to fix things but just lack of response made it hard. At least Mal was earnest.

She's a lot more uh.. Chill than Cupid at least. Caerus barged on into the den and they just were hanging out having a conversation basically when I got there. He was glad it had pretty much gone okay. He'd expected the worst, but at least it meant she was probably less likely to do something rash if an enthusiastic kid hadn't ruffled her fur at all.