King Elk Forest civilization is coming and it means to exterminate us

since his first nervous question to trajan, delight's kept his eyes peeled for the fabled king of the forest. he's yet to speak to mato on it, doesn't know the lore, but he doesn't need to, knows wholeheartedly theres a elk king to be found.

uka was not the only to catch that wondrous wail eclipsing their own howl. in the darkness of the hidden moon delight is his own eclipse: dark fur made inky by shadow, his eyes two glinting silver rings around blown wide pupils. he wants - no he must find the king beast, it's his job as chronicler, will be his job. but uka's beaten him to the scene and he bites back his disappointment as he moves beside his pack mate, sliding past him to get a closer look, expression tranformed by wonder and reverence.