King Elk Forest time and he are inseparable

tryina wrap some of these dang trade threads up, ty for the thread <33

mato's admittal endears him to delight more - the silvery prince speaks a nameless tongue? he is intrigued further, but their conversation has run long and each passing moment increases the risk that he will make a fool of himself, and so he sweeps his head low in gratitutide instead of further questioning him. "that's - i like that. it makes a good story," the chronicler tells him, fighting the soft smile that's trying to make it's way onto his face. "sometime you should tell me where it comes from, but i think that's enough for now, yeah?" he feels a little guilty for monopolizing the morwinyon's time - even if it is for the good of the pack as a whole as far as he's concerned - and so he'll let it rest here for now, offering a simple farewell and a wag of his tail before skulking off to write the story in his head.