King Elk Forest oh, i just can't wait to be king!

"i was born in the snow," delight tells her with a faint grin, "i mean -- not literally, but i've always liked it." it occurs to him that his birthday must be soon, though of course he can't discern the exact date. two years old and look at him, the most miserable, mismatched morwinyon. and a year ago he was still in his family's pack, oblivious to everything about to go down. 

ugh, but, anyway. "spring is nice enough," he agrees. "too bad we won't have any babies around here this time." delight always thought tindómë's first spring would herald the arrival of brienne and mato's kids, but since that's gone, and there's no other mated pairs.. unless someone has a surprise for him (or decides to throw themselves at his feet - though, uh, that's a can of worms he's not ready to deal with), he's pretty sure there'll be no new puppies for him to pass on their legacy to. oh, well. it's a little bit of a disappointment, he has to admit, but he's tentatively hopeful that they'll get to have some next year.