King Elk Forest oh, i just can't wait to be king!

she doesn't go running screaming into the night, and oh, it occurs to delight that it's the first time he's admitted he's gay out loud beyond the scope of discussing his feelings for mato with brienne. she also doesn't seem to exactly get it but, well, beggars can't be choosers. "like -- if i had a boyfriend and we wanted kids, working out a deal with a girl to be a surrogate and carry the pups for us. or if i wanted kids but didn't have a mate and there was a girl who wanted kids too and didn't want a mate, that sort of thing."

he can't help but snort at 'your type' -- yeah, he guesses to the wolves of tindómë he's just their leader, not the knight who took up for his prince. deep down, delight knows he's not really a leader. at least in the conventional sense -- tindómë's doing pretty okay under his reign but he's never gonna wear authority completely right. and he doesn't really consider himself the legacy for tindómë. that's the rochester line. ha, maybe he can track down ivy and sack up with her, how's that for an arrangement.

queenie doesn't think of herself as the motherly type, it seems, and quietly delight thinks, same. "i get that," he says out loud, "i mean, i'm interested in building a legacy for us here, but i don't know if i'm very fatherly. i'm kind of selfish if i'm being honest." if he had kids, he couldn't free float after mato anymore. they'd have to come first, the way tindómë is supposed to come first (but secretly doesn't). plus he'd have to look out for the mother unless she was a super independent type. "maybe we can steal one of the king elk's kids and raise it like a wolf," he jokes, glancing out over the lines of this pack of his and trying to imagine the pitter patter of tiny paws (or hooves). a second generation. it's a bad idea, and yet.