King Elk Forest Hop skip jump, etc

Unfortunate as it may, it was Calhoun who would be answering the call. The hunter turned Baron was quick to put use to his new name as he scoured the forest, learning of every nook and cranny, more importantly, the areas of importance to the elk herd that graced their territory. Quietly he traced the steps of an apostle, its trot easy as it headed for a stream before a voice echoed through the trees.

Right on queue, the elk before him shot to attention, now moving further away wary of its surroundings. An irritated growl rumbled from his chest as he raised to his full height, his head swiveling in the direction of the childlike cry. Someone had disturbed their land and that just wouldn't do.

Red would be the first to shine through the shade of the trees, soon followed by the rest of Calhoun as his hardened gaze locked on the flower boy who teetered at the edge of their territory. He recognized him, one of those bird folk who tried to misguide them, though this time he was alone. Aren't you a little far from home, kid? For his mother to be as territorial as she was, it was quite a surprise her child was a complete opposite. Though he bore flowers...perhaps a gift, or an apology. Still, it was strange that no adult accompanied him.

Lucky for Prim, Calhoun stopped there, holding his breath to see which way the encounter might turn before he jumped to anything too hasty. Things were not a paradise given his rocky relations with the Kings, namely Celnes, but they were on the path to redemption...it would be best not to disappoint now.