King Elk Forest Nature at it's Finest

alright, his enthusiasm is winning delight over -- having another storyteller-type around ain't the worst idea. "i'm a historian more than anything," the morwinyon explains, "i like collecting wolves' personal histories or pack histories - things that make a broader narrative. obviously my focus is on tindómë's history, since i was here for it's founding.

i've mentioned to you about the king elk," delight continues, his moon-sharp eyes flicking toward the trees, where the elk presumably goes about his day. "when mato first found this place i thought the name was just that - a name. but we don't know how long the elk has made his home here -- only that he's been called the wolf killer, for what that's worth." the androgyne remembers when mato told him this, and it feels like an eternity ago, but it's only been months, somehow. his heart clenches painfully. he continues. "elk aren't killers by nature, so if he's a wolf killer, i can only guess it was to defend his home. mato's called him ainima - in the druid's language, blessed but not holy. he's not a god, of course, but that he allows us to share the forest with him - that he in his own way approves of our presence - is meaningful."

the morwinyon looks back to kota then, curious for his reaction. it has been.. difficult, explaining their relationship to the elk, but it is a necessary thing to do. the founders came to terms with it when they met him, but many of the núro haven't yet as winter keeps them isolated from each other. he hopes with spring will come a renewed trust between them - that they've made it.