King Elk Forest all the things

Mato could not have been happier: Tindómë was real, tangible. It was much more than just an idea now: it was a infant kingdom and there was a swell of pride in his chest layered with silvered downy fur. He’d been hesitant at first, unsure if he could find any that would share in his vision, that would follow one as young as he ( often times he has to remind himself that he’s not quite yet a year old ) but he did it; and they’d came together and formed much faster than he could have ever imagined. Tindómë was everything he hoped it would be and more. He just finishes his patrol when Uka’s call resounds through the forest, carried on the breeze. Good timing, Mato thinks and adjusts his course so that his path will lead him to Uka.

It is not long before the empyrean comes upon the older male and tips his crown in a regal greeting. “Hello Uka,” The Morwinyon greets the Núro, his umbra dipped ears cupping forth signifying that his subordinate has his rapt and undivided attention. “What can I help you with?” He inquires, encouraging the other male to divulge the nature of this meeting.