King Elk Forest Hop skip jump, etc

the impact of calhoun's bushy tail straight into his face is certainly unexpected.  ravinger exhales sharply through his nose, purposefully pretending to spit out any stray hair that had made their way into his mouth. "rude," he flings the accusation at his cousin with righteous indignation.  even his own family is full of barbarians with no respect for the arts.  his gaze narrows as the baron attempts to allude something or another to the bard.  it manages to go directly over ravinger's head.  

"destroy them?" he balks at the thought.  carefully, with a tenderness reserved for only a pawful, he sets the flowers down at his own paws. "why would i ever do that?  i was raised correctly.  these were a gift." ravinger very pointedly ignores the part where primrose insists they're for someone else.  he has selective hearing, and today, he is perceiving exactly none of that nonsense.  these are for him.  this kind young wolf brought them to kingslend as a pack-warming gift.  perhaps the wolves of the wilds aren't so distasteful, after all. 

cenric appears almost as summoned, and primrose makes a beeline for the king.  ravinger quirks a brow but does nothing to stop the youth.  all he sees is a child begging for the attention of their superior.  it would be cute if he wasn't so confused by it all.  cenric had never seemed like the sort to go around making friends with pups.