King Elk Forest time and he are inseparable

Mato’s brows lift as Delight informs him that he’s decided upon a trade — good news though he has yet to put pressure on anyone to decide ( though for the most part mostly everyone has an idea of what trades they hope to pursue ). Chronicler. The druid gives a mute nod of approval. Yes, a chronicler sounds wonderful, he thinks, and what better a time to become one than at the very beginning? Especially when Delight was here to witness it himself and thus could retell it as a memory as opposed to just a story he’d been told. “It does please me,” — though Mato would never tell what his wolves to pursue. That choice was theirs and he wanted them to be happy in their trades; plus their climb in the hierarchy depended upon their trades and how far they were willing to go. “you have an advantage over any chroniclers that join us in the future: you were here since the very beginning and will speak of Tindómë’s rise because you witnessed it, played a crucial role in it.”

Mato gives a pause here, salmon pink tongue drawing across his jowls as he shifts his weight. “Is there any way I can assist you in earning it?” The empyrean inquires with a soft cant of his head. Tindómë remains in it’s infancy and thus their founding is the only thing of note …besides perhaps the King Elk but so little is known about him aside from the fact that he is known as “the wolf killer”.