Mal had gone out for a run early that morning. Not far and not long. Of course, by hellhound standards that meant that Mal had run most of the way to Boston and back just because he was bored. This wasn't the longest he'd spent in one place, but he hadn't done anything productive. Attempting to teach students who wouldn't listen or didn't care wasn't exactly something to boast about. He'd settled down into a three way relationship with two humans, assisted a pup in escape and was now harboring the fugitive. Malcoda most definitely spent many miles barking at himself, pushing his pace and punishing his body for sloppy efforts.
By afternoon, he was back around the house, having no place else to go. Well, that wasn't so. There were many places he could go, but none where he wanted to be or was allowed to be. Hades was no longer home to him and as much as he wanted to go back he knew to do so would be to sign his death warrant. So instead he was walking a path behind his house, coming up to one of the few clearings he'd made recently where the ground was scorched and constantly warm from his body heat.
A ear twitched as Mal's attention turned to an intruder on his privacy. The scent was recognized before he even saw the visitor. No one one earth could replicate the mix of fire, sulfur, shifter and blood that surrounded a hound. Flipping his tail lazily, he waited to see if this would be a welcome surprise. Given the introduction, Mal lowered his head in acknowledgement, but not his eyes. To drop his gaze would be to admit defeat. "Trvalo dlhšie než som čakal." Stretching his from paws forward, he leaned against the movement, stretching the muscles in his back and legs before balancing his weight. Getting a good look at Ziv, he rocked his head to one side, adding, "Vy ste tiež mladší než som hľadal."