Lake Rodney shapeshift conductor for your spark

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Among the twisted, thick and raised roots of a titan that has been here for more years that the silver starlight and night sky druid can fathom and likely more to come after Mato closes his eyes. Just for a moment. He is not necessarily fatigued but the serenity of his new sacred place gives him a washing sense of peace and he deigns to soak it up as eagerly and greedily as he can for it is an offering. He finds no such place in the Fen because he knows that even if he can manage some seclusion he will eventually be found: by a sibling, by a parent, by a pack mate. He loves them all dearly, of course, but being able to surprise himself within and explore nature is a treasure and he deigns to hoarde it in the way a mighty dragon hoardes his baubles and jewels. Quietude does not remain so for the sound of approach in the water causes Mato to peek an eye open under the guise that a sibling has managed to find him after all. He takes a moment to temper his annoyance at being bothered but bites the scathing remark that forms upon his tongue when a shadow appears upon the bank.

Not a sibling. In fact, he is not recognizable to the druid at all. He is young but older than Mato by a few months and the druid cannot help but find this a perplexing development. It is not as if he is unaware that other pups/teenagers reside in the Wilds — for they are too vast! — but he’s had contact with none beyond his own siblings. Verdant gaze takes in the wild-furred shadow before him, assessing with muted curiosity. The umbra boy speaks and Mato does little to stifle his surprise. Trouble? “No, I am not in trouble,” The king of starlight speaks to his would be knight in dark armor with a shake of his coat moments before he rises to his paws to show that the archaic titan has not harmed him. Mato supposes it’s roots might prove perilous to those who are not careful resulting to a twisted paw or worse but the druid fancies himself a navigator of both stars and earth. “Sorry to rob you of your heroic rescue.” He is jesting, carrying the joke on light, jovial tone. “I’m Mato.” He offers after a moment and a sway of his tail against his hocks.

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