King Elk Forest its official.

They've done it. Her old pack — her old family — had found a new place to call their own after the devastation just a few months ago. Kingslend had come a long way, and even though many of the old faces she once knew did not show, as much as it pained her, Cynefrid could only be grateful that there were faces she could recognize as well as many more which have joined their ranks.

Her wine gaze shifted around her to see all that had already arrived with a waving tail of content. Then to her king who stood amongst them all, a warm smile of gratitude from the depths of her heart.

'Thank you, Celnes and Cenric. Me and many more shall remember this as the day you've led Kingslend out of the ashes and into a new tomorrow. May you lead us with the might of the High Elk's horns.'

And with that, the fawn's skull lifted to release a long howl in celebration for this victory.