King Elk Forest king of cups

@Nova! :) set after he talks to mato, keeping it a little vague for now

his skin itches with the weight of his new - responsibility, goal, ambition, he can't quite pin it down but maybe it doesn't matter. he has his silvery prince's approval (not that, he will insist with a touch of ego, he expected anything less) and he has purpose, and he feels simultaneously heavy and light.

the sun's set already as he creeps the forest floor, still feeling a little antsy from the past days events. he needs to.. he needs to make plans, track down seabreeze and talk to her, and there are the others in the pack he hasn't met yet, maybe relatives of mato, their scents carrying a vaguely familiar sweetness from what he caught at the pack's eclipsed founding. the androgyne sighs and pauses in his aimless pacing - he's found a sparse spot, and the sky above is brilliant (he'll only admit to himself that like the silvery stream before it reminds him a little of mato, and maybe this - whatever it is - of his is getting out of hand, but if he only holds it in himself and never, ever lets the barest hint of it out, then it doesn't matter and doesn't count. he's rooting for seabreeze, anyway.)