King Elk Forest Oh, no,

As was his usual activity, he was returning from having watched an outing where he'd taken note of the position of local deer herds. The elk herd was nice and all, elegant to watch, but they were more holy than hunting material. So he felt he'd busy himself with something that more directly affected the pack's cache. Anything to show he was doing his part.

However, a flick of his ear in a certain direction brought him to a slow stop, hearing the distinct sounds of paw-steps in the brush. It had been a while since he'd seen the elken-woman up close, yet he could still recognize her elegant Kingly form apart from the rest. 

Célnes. He greeted, a warm smile on his features.