Henryk was quick and dutiful to his King's call, this time finding himself close by and being one of the first to appear in front of her in response. He strode up with his tail waving happily at mid-height. Confident, in the one thing he knew he was pretty damn good at and frankly enjoyed. And it'd be an honor to hunt with his King. A good opportunity.
His usual warm greeting was aimed in her direction.
His prayer is interrupted by a howl — one from his king. He slaps on a hasty ending to said prayer and stands. Teeth moving to gently grab the antlers he has stashed away in his own little hidey hole in their forest. Then grabs a few leafless branches and leans them against the antlers. It really doesn’t hide them much but it’s better than nothing.
So finally he’s on his way to the beck and call of his leadership. Heavy paws moving dexterously against the grass below and before he knows it he’s upon them. Only two individuals at the moment and his sun-like orbs flick to the two of them.
“Another meeting?” He asks deeply while he pads closer. The speckled lighting from the canopy above doing nothing but making the hideous white mask more cursed looking.
The call of his King, Célnes, was met with one of his own. I am on my way. The joy in her voice was palpable, and for good reason. Their neighbors were gone, and no longer would their hunting grounds be restricted so. But, having not left the sacred King Elk forest as of late, the dashing male was unaware of the turn of events. All would be revealed soon enough.
Emerging from the concealing cover of the mature pine and oak trees, Chad carried himself as proudly as ever. Chest slightly puffed out, tail held high, he made his way to the gathering. This time, he was among the first to arrive, with only Henryk and Eadwulf there before him. Only when in the presence of his King, did he adjust his posture accordingly, letting his tail hang loosely by his heels. "To what do we owe the honor for such a...joyous calling?" He inquired of Célnes, raising a sculpted brow.
A call rang through their forest, the source none other than their King, though unlike previous callings...this one was just as joyous as the day they had settled. If being summoned by their leaders wasn't enough to draw Calhoun forward, curiosity would fill the void. The baron was not the first to arrive, but still early to the gathering. He need'nt a means to respond as he had caught the tail end of the other's questions, all of which were similar to his own, so instead he'd merely dip his head to Celnes and wait for her response.
If anymore came, later, she would not mind. The meeting was not mandatory, and was only pleased that this amount showed up. It would be quite perfect, for but a small hunt, perhaps even more if the group felt greedy enough, "It is but a joyous occasion," Célnes announced to the one's who came.
"For I have visited the Firebirds to become more friendly, but they are gone. There are no traces of them, and so the land is free to us, and our new neighbors, The Saints of the Dying Light." The King announced their 'enemies' disappearance, while letting those who were here, the Firebirds weren't the only neighbors. She didn't specify their location, especially since the group was perhaps even worse then the Firebirds, as they held cursed colors unlike no other. The man with thistles, and the girl of pure white; the Deorwine's would not be pleased by such looks.
"To celebrate, we shall hunt an Apostle. Fear not, we are only looking for their doe's." As per' customs, the Stag's would be left untouched until the Wintertide Jubilee. And that, was near.
A slow nod from the earthen man as she spoke. Good. The less conflict the better in his opinion, although he noted that he would curiously snoop on their lands later to see what it revealed to him later. He quietly wondered why they up and left all of the sudden, but ears perked up in distraction of that train of thought. He had been correct! Célnes had called them for hunting purposes, and he was very pleased to hear that they would be celebrating by hunting a cow elk. The staple food of wolves, and a delicious meal he hadn't had in some time. Deer of multiple sorts? Yes, but Elk? No. Not since he and his former companion parted ways... At least, he assumed that was what she meant by "Apostle's does". Either way, he was down for it.
Chartreuse eyes glanced around to the others, idly waiting for them to speak.
A small, easy smile broke out over his lips. Célnes announced that the Firebirds were gone. Good riddance to them. Huffing, Chad whisked his tail. "Then now, we can hunt un-restricted." He said, none the wiser as to the settling of the Saints, until today. Pale brows rose in silent question. He was curious as to what their new neighbors were like. It might warrant a visit outside the forest in weeks to come.
But the celebratory hunt came first. "Let us feast, under the blessing of the High Elk..." He proclaimed in a softer voice than usual. He took the initiative and turned in the direction he last saw The Herd. Chad was only an average hunter, but he put his eyes and nose to good work, actively searching for fresh tracks or scent trails.
Calhoun could not help but raise his brows at the news. Those dreaded bird wolves had left? So they were cowards in the end, fretful over the enemies that had made through rash accusations and their hostility. Calhoun cared not for their kind, nor their pesky child who continued to tread where he did not belong, but at least now the nuisance had been dealt with. It was a joyous day indeed.
These Saints, Celnes mentioned, were unfamiliar, though he cared not about their presence either. So long as they were left to their ways he would not complain. All that mattered was the land that the High Elk himself had claimed for his people remained with his people. A simple grunt was given in response, though he could not quite hide the small smirk that spread at the corner of his lips. Then let us hunt.