King Elk Forest the wrong name

heat flares in him when the man repeats his slip of the tongue, flushing deep under his fur. "augh," he says, ducking his head, "fine." the comment about being a lover hasn't escaped his notice either, but the wisp doesn't really know what to do with that, has never really experienced flirting so obtusely and he's too focused on his job here anyway. delight is still flushed-embarrassed as he tips back his head and calls out for @Mato (and oh please let him be near-by, the wisp does not want to have to go look for him, especially with this guy).

shooort sorry haha