King Elk Forest the descent to hell is easy

Mato supposes it is only natural that Trajan would inquire as to where he is from — even if he thinks that it likely does not matter. A glimpse is spared to the roman whose gaze is sharp and inquisitive before Mato refocuses his gaze back to the border path before them after a few seconds, giving pause to scrape his paw against the ground, utilizing the scent pads in paws. “I was born here, in the Teekon Wilds,” The druid reminisces. “in a territory called Broken Antler Fen.” And all events of Mato’s birth and early childhood are, while fond, rather unexciting and thus he does not go into them. Umbra dipped ears twitch as a songbird lets out a low trill overhead and for a moment the druid's gaze is drawn to the branches over head before he returns his attention back to Trajan. “What about you?” Mato returns the question and while knowing where his pack mates are from isn’t necessarily important he asks out of courtesy and because Trajan asked first and it seems like a fair trade of information, if nothing else.