King Elk Forest (brave as a noun)

under her gaze he can't help but want to bristle just slightly, forever unsure what to do with affectionate attention. still, it is comforting, and he does appreciate her, even as he looks away, grumbling under his breath half-heartedly. "me too," he mutters, turned shy, and fidgets where he stands. 

actually, she raises a good point - they do, he knows, to - new children and members and alphas and the like, keep the history of the pack going, et-cetera, but in general? he imagines himself older and wiser, perhaps wrapped in a frond-turned-shawl, atop a large rock as he tells a crowd the story of tindómë. even in his head he feels embarrassed thinking about it. thankfully seabreeze has moved on, so delight doesn't answer. "no, i think it's good," he says, a little awkwardly. "you're, uh, very comforting. to be around. and i think - well, mato and me, anyway, already see you in that, uh. light." he can definitely see it in her. "and anyway, uh, i think it's good for someone like that to be around, so."