King Elk Forest time and he are inseparable

he listens to mato's explanation intently, curiously. it is a subtle but important distinction - funny, because he's been secretly calling the king elk a god-creature for want of a better word, though delight doesn't know if he believes in gods or not. he does not quite catch mato's sheepish grin, thinking what a beautiful word, then, though his gaze does snap up as mato elaborates on the potential stories within their packmates. he collects the names, mouthing brienne? before making the connection to seabreeze - how many names did this woman carry with herself, delight wondered? 

nova, burke, malice: he commits them to memory, of course eager to speak with the morwinyon's own family. mato comments on trajan as well and the singing-sunlight recalls their first conversation: 'i'm always prepared for the worst', the solider had told him. trajan, at least, is easy enough to find (though he will have strong words for his choice in companionship, should the yearling catch wind of it). the simplest solution is to start with brienne and work his way through their number - of course this is not how things will exactly work out but delight is not to know, yet.

he hums. "thank you," he says seriously, then lifts his head slightly. "oh - also - that language, uh, your language, i mean. what is it called?" it only follows that if tindómë has a language the chronicler must know it intimately (and yes, perhaps it gives him some small excuse to stay in mato's company a moment longer, who can say for sure).