King Elk Forest they paint the world full of shadows

It is hard to say what the future will hold for Tindómë — right now, to Mato, it seems fickle, uncertain, perhaps even bleak. The druid does not enjoy being a pessimist but he knows he has to look at it all objectively. The empyrean’s lips pull together tersely as Delight mentions that he thinks she’ll come to them but is unsure whether she would stay. That is the nature of the beast, Mato knows, but he does not enjoy flightiness in wolves. Alas, beggars cannot be choosers, he supposes. The Morwinyon draws in a deep breath and lets it out in a heavier exhale as he contemplates Delight’s words a bit longer. “Recruitment is a good idea,” Mato concludes as his gaze settles upon the King Elk with a solemness in their green depths. “perhaps out here we are ill located. I wanted seclusion but by choosing seclusion over populated areas I may have doomed us to fail,” He speaks grimly and his gaze flickers to rest upon Delight. “Perhaps we should consider re-locating east, to a territory with heavy travel.” Mato is thinking aloud, in all honesty, but he speaks his thoughts aloud in the hopes that Delight might offer him his opinion.