King Elk Forest the wrong name

soldier, the man calls him, and delight finds himself puffing up slightly with pride despite his warning. yes, yes, the other is larger and more frightening and del does lower his defenses petulantly, the beginnings of a pout threatening to overtake his frown. this is his home even if the stranger has no way of knowing that - but then he expresses interest in it. oh, right, yeah, he's probably supposed to help out with recruiting, isn't he?

"tindómë," the wisp answers proudly, the last edge of his sulk fading as quickly as it came. "-- it will be, anyway. the forest is named king elk." the androgyne gives the man an appraising look - he's not actually sure how recruiting works, or what mato's looking for (though, a mean voice reminds him, he took in you), but he seems healthy enough, that counts for something? "what's your name?" del asks him, absently winding against the closest tree and leaning, his eyes sharp and something between thoughtful and judgemental as he watches the larger being.