King Elk Forest Hop skip jump, etc

Not two seconds had passed when the words left his mouth that another voice grated his ears, his cousin who oh so quickly insulted him. Him. Perhaps on any other day he would deserve it and brush it off like usual, but Calhoun hadn't even done anything yet, he was playing nice for the sake of the Kings. Ravinger quickly passed him as Primrose gave his introduction only to make a swoop for his flowers in maw.

With a roll of his eyes, Cal stepped closer intending to whip the other's face with his tail for his self-absorbed forwardness. Ignore him. Gods knew many in Kingslend already did. There was only one thing he agreed with his distant cousin and that was Cenric. He wasn't sure how Primrose now knew of the other King, nor who he might have befriended here, but their pack lands were not this kid's playground. As Ravinger said, our Kings are busy. There's much to do with our recent settlement, including keeping outsiders on the other side of our claim's borders. This time his words were directed to Ravinger as his gaze shifted to the other Déorwine.

Does your mother know you've...befriended one of our family? We have no children here, not yet at least. The thought was enough for him to raise a brow, just who exactly had he come to visit? Cenric was the only name he had given, surely not... the hunter stifled a laugh at the thought. There was no way in the High Elk's name that his King had befriended the problem pack's pup. It wasn't Ravinger who was idolized, but Cenric. Though the thought had just been a shot in the dark for some personal entertainment unbeknownst to Calhoun, his mark was as spot-on as when he hunted.