King Elk Forest This is new

He too had seen such things, but the widespread newfound growth so late in the season suggested something else, something more. He hummed complacently, sitting back until he looked like a king on his throne, or more accurately, an old man on a couch. He scratched at his stomach, smacking his lips, ready to open another conversation with the gray wolf, when another arrived.

This land was filled with wolves, he knew. Their stench permeated the air, alerting him to the potential of encountering more than one of them in a day or so, and so far he was right. The pale woman's entrance was not without malice however. She postured herself, trying to look large and dominant, but Tupilek clearly outweighed and outsized her. Outweighed and outsized the both of them.

We, young lady, are having a conversation about the state of this forest. He growled, annoyed with her silly posturing. That you very rudely interrupted. With this nonsense of 'stating our business'! You wolves may be everywhere, but you sure as hell cannot own every single stretch of land.