King Elk Forest fukurō

The young boy nodded his head stoically to her, taking a small spark of delight in the idea that he could search for a den on his own. The forest would be entirely new to him. Kiyoshi had only gained familiarity with the stream that had been their home before Whitebark had disbanded. The terrain that had passed him by as he trailed after his brother had not really left an impact, but the forest… he was rather pleased with intended home.
 
“Thank you,” the pup remarked with a respectful bow of his head – formal and stiff in its delivery. He had learned well enough from his mother how to show respect to those higher than him. He knew the importance in a pack. With a soft breath, the boy flagged his tail and turned away from the woman who had accepted him to search the pack grounds.