King Elk Forest something beautiful happened here

Mato is not sure what overcomes him, or where this protectiveness is borne from but he feels it to the marrow of his bones and he acts upon impulse and instinct alone despite how it may seem to the stranger who answers that he is such. Obviously. Mato only barely resists the urge to respond with a sassy remark as the other male comes into view but bites lightly down upon his tongue. It would likely be unseemly for a soon to be king, he thinks. It is his nature but nature cannot always explain behavior. Mato understands that if he seeks to be a leader he must become responsible for such things. “We are all strangers,” Mato speaks shifting so he does not stand entirely in front of Seabreeze, speaking that he means the duo is stranger to him as well. “but we need not remain so.” The druid speaks with a slight lift of his chin. “I am Mato and this is Seabreeze.” The empyrean introduces, gesturing to his companion with a elegant nod of his muzzle towards her. Apple green gaze assess the stranger before them, noting that he is older than Seabreeze and himself and the Rochester wonders if he is simply a vagabond passing by. “We will claim this forest as our home.” Not seek. They will. The empyrean knows it is as certain as he knows his heart beats within it’s prison of flesh and bone; and it seems prudent to let this stranger in on that if for nothing else than to explain that very soon it will no longer be accessible for him to traverse to and fro as he wishes …lest he join them, of course.