King Elk Forest happy birthday to the deorwine kings.

He shouldn’t have been surprised by her answer. Growing up and witnessing such toxic relationships makes you crave something better or turn away from such things entirely. Célnes longed for something the other Kingslend women had, he’d rather avoid it. Relationships were a hassle anyways. 

There were more choices he hadn’t thought of. Cynefrid, who he didn’t know well either. Come to think of it, he didn’t know most of the Kingslend wolves well, not as much as his siblings that is. He’s always been relatively solitary.

His sister lists Zephrine too. Their ties may be thin, but not thin enough for his liking. Even if they weren’t related, she’d be far from his first choice. He could not let his children end up with a pelt like hers.

Célnes should think the same of her guard, and yet she still expresses her desire.

Of course they wouldn’t. What would they think if their King gave birth to gray cubs? Chaos would sweep through the forest.