Once more he found himself in the south. Oh how the man enjoyed exploring the lands everywhere that he could. This time he was searching for items in the weeping woods be it herbs that he could use for trade or some sort of tool he could potentially use. The job of a inventor wasn't a easy one especially when you lacked what the things called humans have which were the thing called thumbs but no matter it didn't stop Malus from making crude designs for things. After all it was to be used to help others not hinder nor harm. Finally a planning stick he deemed worthy of use for the task would become found and from there he would begin to draw into the snow as best he could. The plans never did quite come to the right design however as snow would continue to over take the drawings. The idea of it happening was frustrating but even more so that it was actually happening. How the man wanted to give up on it and he did for a minute as he dropped the stick to the ground just on top of his left paw so he couldn't lose it.

Grumbling would escape his maw as the man would talk to himself like the true nerd he was at heart speaking of more items to gather and what was needed to impress the lass who captured his heart and didn't seem to give it up despite only having seen Gale once and not wanting to give her the impression that he was desperate for a mate. Now that he thought about it the meeting was more of a polite and business type of meeting with a friendly sort of banter in it too. What did the male plan on doing from here on out now that his mind kept wandering back to Dono's borders but he wasn't physically there. The man wanted to howl at the borders for Gale just so he could lay his light brown gaze upon her the only female that ensnared him. The thoughts let go of him once more as he'd pick up the stick again and begin drawing another set of plans into the snow. Still it was annoying to Malus that the plans were only getting covered a second time.

Welp, Ganta was lost. But was he worried? Nope! The little male moved with purpose through the area. It was pretty, with little pools of water at his paws where he was able to practice his fishing. Ganta would stand with both paws in the water, his tail swishing thoughtfully back and forth as he waited for the fish to settle once more. He knew he wasn’t as big and strong as his parents yet... But he was going to be one day! Ganta would swish his tail, aiming to snap his jaws down on a fish. All the boy got, however, was a mouthful of water instead. Ganta would sneeze, backing out in a disappointed way. He’d sit on the back, lowering his ears. Dammit. He was hungry... And he’d failed to catch a meal. Now what? "Talk" "You" Think