King Elk Forest Jokers dressing up as kings

short post is short. :x

It appears to Mato that he’s unintentionally baffled her. There is a terse tug of one corner of the druid’s lips but ultimately he takes a deep breath and offers her an small, apologetic smile. There are many times that he forgets that strangers do not recognize the strange words of Tindómë’s ranks. “I am Mato, the alpha of this pack.” He clarifies, choosing to start that whole sentence over. “I apologize. It is easy for me to forget that the titles of our ranks are not common words.” He offers her with a lift of his shoulders in a half-hearted shrug as he takes a moment to assess her quietly in full. “What brings you to my borders?” He reiterates after his assessment is done. It is easier than Mato thought it might be: to tuck away the drama and troubles that Tindómë houses, things that he has to deal with ...eventually ...to focus on this meeting. He is grateful for it, regardless of where it may lead.