King Elk Forest This poem is mournful & sentimental & filled with complaints:

there is a saying delight is familiar with: death comes in threes. he's never paid much mind to it -- it's not as if the lives that were swallowed under rock and snow, ghosts of a former life, were divisible by three. at heart though the morwinyon is a storyteller and there is an undeniable appeal to crafting pattern out of nothingness. life is abstractly cruel, but death can be made poetic, can't it?

that's what he's gonna tell himself. that's what he's gonna tell himself, confronting the slightly swollen corpse of the king elk - their king elk. of all the things that could have happened under his tenure as morwinyon, this one strikes him as particularly abysmal. mato's dedication to the elk had been unwavering -- even with his retreat to burke's side he'd maintained the habit of leaving offerings for the beast -- and delight's gone and let him die. 

burke's death -- what happened with cicero -- the elk now. he thinks about the conversations he's had with jomyo and gracious and queenie and mato and even zenith, thinks about what he needs to do. swallowing the lump in his throat the morwinyon tips his head back and calls for his pack to come pay their respects -- and address their next steps.

@Kota @Gracious @Mona @Anatha @Jomyo @Nathaniel @Malice @Queenie this is going to be serving as our official(ish) ~moving meeting~ icly, while not mandatory it is highly encouraged everyone post at least once!
(@Euron/@Ramsay, you're also welcome to join if you'd like!)