King Elk Forest they paint the world full of shadows

Mato has been keeping an eye upon the King Elk — or rather as much of an eye as he can spare in-between tending to his borders and pack responsibilities as Morwinyon. He became aware of when the mighty ungulate had chased off all but one of his collected entourage and though Mato cannot be sure he thinks that it means he’s chosen his female …though only time would tell if she would remain with the mighty beasts’ spawn. He has been watching the pair from afar wondering if elks have a mating ritual similar to wolves or if they are as different as the species themselves. Do they mate for life? Or is it strictly seasonal? Mato supposes that time will tell. Umbra dipped ears perk atop his skull as Delight appears on the scene and speaks to the King Elk and for a moment Mato considers leaving his compatriot to speak to the ethereal beast upon his own. “Does he answer you?” Mato inquires with unbidden curiosity in his tone. The druid himself has not yet attempted to speak to the King Elk — though this is mostly because the empyrean does not feel that they need to share words or attempt to break that barrier. They exist and they cohabit and that is enough for the Morwinyon.