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tindómë has stopped feeling like a rug about to be pulled from under his paws and so delight feels safe enough to cautiously venture past its borders. his entrance into the teekon had landed him immediately in the arms of by his morwinyon's side, and though he is not necessarily a wanderer by nature, it feels nice to stretch his legs.

he is remapping the direction he arrived at the king elk forest from, careful to avoid going north enough to hit the awful crickety-bog (though part of him does keep watch for his not-quite forgotten fox friend). instead he finds himself meandering in the forest just above tindómë's claim. there is another pack nearby, delight knows, just over the river he walks beside from what he can scent. smugly he notes that this forest is inferior to his home, not quite so beautiful, the river not quite so silvery as the creek near theirs: nonetheless, he finds a spot by the river and settles, picking up his old past-time of brooding while he watches the fish.