King Elk Forest Made of salt and umbrellas and typewriters too

the bard arrives relatively early for a wolf of his ilk.  he favors being fashionably late, but he supposes that today he can stand to present himself in a timely manner.  his cousin (king -- he should say) begins the song, and while normally he would be bitter about not being the star of this ballad, he is glad to be apart of history in the making.  ravinger joins his kin both in body and melody.  though he aims to be on his best behavior today, not even that can stop him from the flourish he adds to his howl.  when he tips his head back, he adds what he would insist is a bit of flavor to the devotional hymn.  he is nothing if not opulent.