King Elk Forest This poem is mournful & sentimental & filled with complaints:
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At the call, she rose from her restful hibernation feeling immediately anxious and perturbed. As soon as she was up, going, and mostly awake, she guided a swift route towards the source to find quite a curious scene.

Her approach angled her in near where Gracious watched from, but the scout's hackles raised up in immediate question when she saw the tail-end of Queenie's warning to the strange boy—over the dead body of their king elk, no less. She shot a questioning look to Delight, hopeful to gauge this situation further through him, then back to the foreign dark wolf. Jomyo's stance immediately tensed more noticeably then, with her ears tilted forward and muzzle beginning to wrinkle with general distaste since she didn't know the half of why he was here at all.

Although she maintained a reluctantly observing role here still, unease was taking hold quickly. She leaned subtly towards the focal point of the scene: the elk and the mutant boy with no right to its flesh.
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