King Elk Forest can you call me when we're almost halfway

his tail wags briefly against his hocks, pleased she's so easy going. "yeah, basically -- i'd just say we're mato's pack, since they won't know who i am." and he figures mato will be back in charge by the time -- or he hopes, anyway. not because he cant handle it, but because he's worried and he wants mato back. is that so wrong?

jomyo confirms what he suspects about their seclusion. "when we first founded, i remember smelling a pack near the sweep, but i haven't seen any signs of them since so i'm guessing they're long gone." on the one hand, he likes their isolation. it means no neighbors that might get feisty with them, no chance of being swept up in some conflict he doesn't want any part of. on the other hand, it puts them at risk of another near death. were he human he'd rub his temple - as it is he sighs and absently wipes a paw against his snout. "well, gather as much information as you can when you go," delight says, and then smiles at her, feeling more at ease suddenly. "we can pick one or two more núro to go with you," he adds -- he knows mato wants to go, but honestly? still not crazy about that idea. and not for the reasons you think (well, partially).