King Elk Forest here: a gift for all of your troubles

he knows partly queenie's plan -- the training 'em up at home bit, anyway -- but he did not realise she would take him so literally at his joke about finding some willing recruits. not that he's complaining. it's good initiative and all of that, right? that's what he settles on as he shows up to the scene, taking in the sight of his feanaro alongside a long legged, inky-black wolf-like thing.

okay, definitely a wolf, just a strange looking one -- though ramsay would still give her a run for her money vis-a-vis odd proportions. all of her bits look vaguely correct, just sort of.. cutely stretched out.

he's got to stop staring. clearing his throat, delight raises himself to proper morwinyon position, his tail rising over his back in a lazy curl. "queenie," he greets first, his gaze switching between the pair, "and -- who are you?"