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

While Delight replied, Queenie broke off to see if she could detect the source of a strange sound in the distance. Initially, it didn't seem to mean trouble, but one could never be sure; she stood watching for a moment with her eyes thin and her teeth bared, if only to show their tips. Once she decided that it was more likely a lone hare than a wolf, she allowed herself to join Delight's side once more.

I think that would be nice, being a surrogate, I mean. I'd just have to make sure I wasn't giving my kids up to any wierdos or freaks, Queenie laughed. The prospect of experiencing pregnancy without the responsibility of children afterward seemed enticing, though this was all banter. She had no idea what it might be like once ifs became real.

She nodded her head in agreement; it was rare that Queenie ever admitted any of her negative qualities aloud, but it seemed that tonight would be an evening of confessions. My brothers used to tease me that I was too bitter and full of myself for my own good. They'd make jokes about me needing to settle down so a man could humble me. If there was anything in this world that could humble Miss St. Clair, a man was surely not it. 

An elk can't be a wolf anymore than a creek can be a tree. Imagine that, ha!