your battle is my battle, we fight together

As far as winter days go, this one has been mild and Malico is thankful for that. He is walking along the edge of lake when a muffled call reaches his ears. Head lifts as he ponders who might want him and what they might want but the boy does not hesitate to move toward the caller. He moves confidently, knowing that, since the call is from within pack lands, whoever wishes to see him has to be a member of the pack. If they aren’t… well, his mother and father might have words with them.

Small paws pull him across the land bridge and he continues on until he finds, in a clearing, the cream and slate man who he had fought alongside against coyotes. A grin splits his maw as he approaches, hoping that the man has called him here for some form of a lesson. Rhysand is a good fighter and someone Malico would trust to have his back in any fight; so, if he wishes to teach him, Mal will definitely he his student.

Coming to a stop in front of the tall man, tail wagging lazily behind, the pup looks up at him and says, “Rhysand! How are you? Found any more coyotes around?” A smirk is offered but his words is meant in jest with no real bite to it. Malico then casts his gaze around the clearing and asks, “What are you doing out here?”


"Malico Mendacium"