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In an effort to get to know his surroundings better (and maybe for a few personal reasons that involved the fact that he now lived in a dorm), Dahl had wandered to the woods ringing the facilities. They'd been warned off going too deeply inside until such time as they could take care of themselves. The words 'hunt' and 'wild' had been mentioned. Dahl wasn't particularly worried - he had no intention of going in deeply.

He paused, peering into the woods. They did seem to get pretty thick quickly.

Dahl looked up sharply at the voice. He hadn't expected anyone to be out here and he grimaced for a moment. He certainly couldn't go about his business with people lurking around. Especially not cops, a profession he was already wary of.

"I remember you, too. What're you doing out here, donut patrol?"

Dahl's eyes narrowed. There was something just inherently distrustful about Mal. Maybe he wouldn't think that way if he didn't know the other man was a cop, but he knew. The point was moot. And the way Mal just casually stood there... There was no way he knew what Dahl was up to, but still.

"Well, why don't you go be your thin blue line self elsewhere. I came out for some solitude. Alone time." As if he could get the mood back, though. Dahl sighed.

Dahl huffed irritably. "Or you could find your own, differing patch of forest. What are you doing out here alone, anyway? Yes, you said exploring, but should you be doing that alone..." He looked Mal over from head to toe slowly. While he was pretty sure the man could take care of himself (as such, his words were born from a need to try and poke rather than any real concern), Dahl supposed the woods could be full of supernatural things. He hadn't been concerned for himself as it would have been a relatively quick trip. There would've been no real ambiance, but it was better than nothing. Or would have been. The brows over his eyes drew together irritably.

"So, cunstable, I find I rather like this bit of forest, so if you could just move along..."