King Elk Forest something beautiful happened here

scouting thread 4 of 4. tagging for reference, as usual. :-)

The pair is at the western most reaches of the Wilds, now. To go any further west would be to leave the Teekons behind completely; but of this Mato has no desire. He knew. The instant he stepped a paw into the King Elk Forest he could feel it in the marrow of his bones that this territory he would claim for Tindómë. For a moment the druid is struck and he recoils back, nearly forgetting for a second that he is not alone in this journey. He feels the life of the forest like a steady beat of a heart. It calls to him. “This,” He breathes in unbidden awe and then remembers @Seabreeze constant presence on the journey to find this place and he turns to her, excitement sparking alive within the deep emerald of his gaze. “this will be our kingdom. This is where we will build Tindómë.” The empyrean dictates with a breathless anticipation building within him. He can wait no longer! He strides forth and into the archaic forest and feels the earth shift around him. No, not the earth! It is Mato that changes: shedding the last vestiges of boy, of wanderer, of subordinate. His posture straightens and he steps with regal purpose, chin held aloft as if he feeds off an unseen power of the forest. It is a majestic territory and Mato strives to emulate it. To become Morwinyon not just in easily claimed title but to embody the king of the stars.

“Let us explore.” He invites his Aerlinn, circling her once to study her reaction to the place he has declared as Tindómë’s home. He sets off to the heart of the forest, trusting his faithful companion to join him in exploration though he will not hold it against her if she chooses to stay back and rest. It has been a long journey to find this place, after all.