King Elk Forest who died and left aristotle in charge of ethics?

he laughs, pushed back easily - his laugh a rusty and rare thing - and falls into an awkward sitting position. the king elk is as always unbothered by the odd happenings of the wolves he shares his home with and delight pays him no more mind as he disappears into the trees. 

he grins at sunflower, though the expression feels odd on his face. after a moment he abandons it. "he is magnificent though," the androgyne repeats, more thoughtfully. "the first time i met him it felt - i don't know, spiritual or something." he makes a face at himself, then looks at his friend. "how're you settling in?"