King Elk Forest Beautiful Beginnings

Delight’s call rises from the borders and Mato moves towards the sound, wondering where the sudden attention from loners comes from. Perhaps, he thinks, it’s the press of winter and the instinctual need to survive it. He is not about to complain, of course, but they had gone for so long in silence losing a few along the way to the point that Mato had grown genuinely concerned for the future of Tindómë and considered his options, even going so forward as to discuss the potential with Delight. Delight, who Mato finds himself appreciating so much more than he initially realized. For the moment, he tucks the thought away as he approaching the scene: glancing at the pale and pink and marred stranger with his apple green gaze before it flickers to Delight. Mato’s tail rises over his back to assert himself as Morwinyon before he looks to the two males inviting the explanation with body posture though he already suspects why the stranger lingers so.

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