King Elk Forest Made of salt and umbrellas and typewriters too

For the first time in many many moons, Henryk ran in tandem with a pack.

The feeling was odd and he'd have a long ways to go to find his footing among them, but his heart did swell in his chest as the Déorwine King performed her song. Sunbathed-forest eyes were alit with wonder to the prospect of this Great Elk being here- perhaps the one that had truly reached out and called him forth to be a part of this. He was still unsure of his own validity regarding that, but he could have been fooled in the heat of the moment.

Although there was a moment of insecurity to let himself sing along with them- he couldn't resist the temptation for long. Tilting his maw to the sky, he lent his voice to the hymn.

And it felt absolutely enlightening.