King Elk Forest Oh, no,

The slender male turned toward his King proper, his tail waving casually behind him. The appendage once thinned by malnutrition was growing thickened for the winter- improving with his general health. Perhaps come spring he will fill out more in his chest and the lighter fur around his neck, looking more like a proper male of his age rather than a wolf much younger and undeveloped. The sandy-colored man could only hope, but things were certainly faring better for him in Kingslend than it had anywhere else.

It's delightful, the forest is absolutely beautiful. He breathed, giving a look towards the warm-painted trees surrounding them. A stray leaf falling here and there, gracefully tumbling in the wind. It does feel like this land is... Blessed. He tacked on quietly, before chartreuse eyes found their way to hers again.

I've met a few of your family members. Cynefrid is really sweet, Zepherine as well. Ravinger is... Lively. His last sentence came with a nervous chuckle, recalling the other man's very flirtatious vigor. All had been kind to him so far, and he was oblivious to the fact that it mostly dealt with his fur color. Had he been born a different hue, their affections might not be the same- but that fact was blissfully out of mind. 

And you? It can't be easy being the King. Especially not with recent happenings, such as one of her family disappearing. Though no one else really seemed too concerned about that...