King Elk Forest we were hoping for some romance, all we found was more despair

he mirrors her, sitting, chewing the leaves slowly though they've lost their flavor. he doesn't know if he's supposed to swallow them or spit them out but he doesn't want to risk offending her so with a bit of effort the androgyne swallows the bitter leaf remnants, making a tiny bit of a face. he gathers from her timeline that she remembers recent history but not much more than that. how strange. he doesn't know undersea either but it goes into his mental rolodex alongside arthendal and northstar vale. and molech, which doesn't sound like a pack name. "molech?" delight echoes, curious, his tail curled around his white-tipped toes. "sorry," he adds, sheepish, "i... like collecting stories, i guess. wolves' histories. but you don't gotta - if you can't remember.." the nénar trails off awkwardly, hoping she understands. he isn't trying to press her or anything, he's just - very, very curious.