Malyen took his time wandering through the forest. He had heard Achilles' call, and he was rather excited to see if there were any new faces. Sabertooth was a growing pack. He was particularly interested in that of Eponine, Cosette, and Marika. They were interesting. Pretty, too. 

Mal tripped over a branch. A cuss or two slipped from his maw, and he carried on. Soon, he reached the clearing. 

"Hello, Achilles," he said. He nodded to all the other wolves. 

Misty stepped in. She had a glowing smile on. "Hello, everyone! Hi, Marika, Artemis, Achilles,  Malyen! I turn to an adult today!" she announced to nobody in particular. Malyen found himself grinning with Misty's excitement. It was cold out, the wind blowing. Malyen wasn't susceptible to a chill this minor; he qas fine. He saw Marika shivering, though. Oh, her wings, her poor brittle wings! The cold couldn't have been good for them. Mal itched to slide over, and offer her some warmth, but he was worried that wouldn't be proper. He settled for shooting her a smile. Artemis' antlers were really a fine thing, so he stared at them a moment before his attention shifted to Achilles.