King Elk Forest the wrong name

If this young brute thought that his prickles were impressive, then that meant Uka's were show stopping. His heart jumped into his throat when the other approached, his hackles finding their way to a point out of instinct. He didn't settle completely either, with having heard the passive aggression in this young ward's voice. Easy now, soldier. I'm just a-wandering. And Uka seemed to have remembered very vividly just how legal that was. 

Say, can you tell me where I am? he asked, his tail wagging slowly behind him. His hackles had since lowered and any signs of aggression disappeared, but that didn't mean he was off his rail. If this young brute wanted to try his luck, well, Uka wouldn't stop him. That being said, there'd be no one to stop him either.