Sun Mote Copse mention our ghosts, our knotted spines

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Their support is greatly appreciated by the druid whom seeks to accept it as humbly as he possibly can. The foundation of Tindómë is being set and though there is much work set out before them, they are gaining purchase. It is the small victories that the Morwinyon relishes in; and he does not mind if it takes them a while to build. It is not as if he has ever founded a pack before and he does not wish to rush the process, does not want to skip anything potentially vital. “Thank you.” The druid speaks when Delight assures him that he’ll find it. “You are welcome to join us if you wish, or if you’d like to hang back …the choice is yours.” Mato does not want the other male to feel like he is pressured either way. Regardless, Mato keeps moving eager to find the territory that Tindómë would call home.