King Elk Forest like a square peg in a circular hole

@Cynefrid

The earthen man had barely had time to acquaint himself with his new packmates during the move, though he was admittedly pretty nervous to do so now that the opportunity presented itself. More than a few of them were... Perhaps a bit intimidating, to no fault of their own. They all seemed to sure and knowing of themselves, while he was understandably an outsider. A tenderfoot. He only knew bits and pieces, a far cry from those who'd grown in the family.

Had he been younger, the outcasted feeling would have had him turning tail and going on his own way again. But he'd been alone for far too long now... And the vision he'd seen, it had him strung along to at least see it through to an end. Whether that end was him finding his place or failing miserably, he only wish he had that foresight.

So today, not long after he'd awoken, he'd went into the morning fog and ran down an unexpecting hare- one that now dangled from his jaws. An offering. Now, he just needed a kind face...

He found it within the woman whose pelt reminded him of a spring fawn, dashed with flecks of white. The man had been told names and vaguely remembered the many earth-toned faces but it'd take him a while to make those connections stick. Oh, what was her name? 

Pardon me, miss- ah...

Wait! He did remember! Maybe?

Miss Cynefrid, was it?