King Elk Forest -- even if you were upside-down, i would be beside you

♥!

Morwinyon did not dally long. As soon as he was able he turned and headed home, unable to fail to notice that it was the first time he’d thought of the King Elk Forest as his home. Yet, it undeniably was, regardless of how a short time he’s spent there. Tindómë grows, it’s roots planting deep in the earth of the forest they work to claim and Mato couldn’t be more proud. Not necessarily of himself, but of the others and their contributions to the process. From assisting in the founding of the Vale he had some knowledge of the general processes but there was quite a difference between aiding and being in charge of it as the foundling pack’s leader. The druid had not expected it to be easy, or truly, as smooth as it has thus gone. He is young and green and he had expected more of a fuss about his age; but if any had concerns about his ability to lead none had brought it forth to him. That went without that saying that he would probably be insulted if they did but the empyrean did not like to hide behind a mask and if there were concerns he would rather have them brought to him upfront. Insulted or not, he expected it and would only want to assuage any doubts the best that he could. He trusted those that have been recruited to the cause to come to him if they do harbor any such things.

His steps slow as he steps over the threshold of the forest’s borders, taking a deep breath of the musky, albeit warm aroma of the forest mingled and strong with the scent of the wolves of Tindómë. His chin lifts as he moves through his territory in a way more regal than it was meant to be arrogant ( though like the feline he basically is {albeit in wolven form} Mato can be terribly vain at times ). The empyrean does not realize that he seeks a specific scent trail until it tickles his black, leathery nostrils and he can hear the rhythm of her footfalls upon the earth. Subconsciously, he realizes, it is his Aerlinn he seeks immediately upon his return to the King Elk; and soon enough she comes into his view as he shrugs through the thick underbrush. Lucent, apple green gaze softens as it touches upon her, taking her in for a moment as the moonlit king admires her from the shadows of the trees and thickened underbrush though he emerges seconds within shrugging through it with a soft chuff in the hopes of garnering her attention.