Rubbish collection

It was a weird thing seeing a place that was not really his home, but still somehow felt like home get destroyed. He had luckily been away on a hunting trip when the worst of the flood waters came through, but when he returned and found the destruction that everyone was working to clean up and fix he immediately began to help where he could. He thought about going back home to tell Art and his mother to see if they could help as well, but he knew that by the time he made it to Auster and back the worst of it would be cleaned up.

After a day of hunting to try and supplement the pack's food supply that had gotten washed out he just wanted to be out under the open night sky. The wide, bright moon that peeked through the branches and he peered up at it as he sat among the trees–at least he did until he heard someone moving near by and his attention was brought back down to a bit of movement he caught between the trees. He hadn't been expecting to see anyone else out here this time of night so he curiously got to his paws and moved closer to the sound, spotting the cream, black, and bright turquoise marked woman that seemed to be collecting a pile of various belongings from the surrounding trees. He stepped into her line of sight so he wouldn't startle her and offered her a smile with a dip of his head. "Hello there. I'm Malik. Can I help you?"

"Malik of the Sea"