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

There wasn't much that could have prepared her for this. Queenie herself had never been overtly interested in the affairs of the King Elk, nor had she ever made any real effort to learn more about him, but because Delight respected him, she did, too. Thus, when his call sounded and her paws led her to him, she was quick to show her support. 

Well, she would have been, at least. Queenie's attention was taken from her distressed leader and placed onto the small, malformed body of a boy she'd never seen. He was tearing away at the King Elk right in front of Delight. It was an instinctual response, but one that she didn't appreciate. A warning growl bubbled in her throat, finally exploding as her ears fell back and her body pressed onward. 

There was no need for a fight, but she wanted the child to know that he was out of his lane. Queenie lunged for him and tried to wedge herself between his body and the corpse of the King. With Delight's blessing, she would fall back, but there would be no faltering until then.