Sun Mote Copse Battle nobility's ill-advised whim.

Kingslend's King wasn't the only one lingering near the now-abandoned land. 

The elken man was inspecting it as well, taking a pleasing note in the pack's dispersal but for different reasons. More neutral land to inspect, fewer packs to potentially interfere with. He and Lio had come close to the forest that held his brethren unbeknownst to him, but he'd made a purposeful turn away from it simply for the reason that it was a pack-land. Whether he recognized the smells, he refused to dwell on it.

But it's doesn't look like it's going to be easy to shake the past. Especially now, as he silently observed the Deorwine woman from a slightly elevated vantage point. He recognized her immediately- how could he not? But whether the recognition would be mutual if she saw him, he couldn't say. Knox was blood sure, but he was the type that likely left a bitter taste in others' mouths. Especially that of the ruling line. He'd long since placed himself squarely in the roll of a troublesome outsider, having gone from trying to impress his scornful family to thwarting them out of sheer spite. But one way or the other, he'd found himself largely ignored.

The sight of her alone had his mind tumbling in thought, grappling with the realization he'd desperately been trying to avoid up until now.  Continuously feigning ignorance to the fact that Kingslend lived and reformed in this land where he just so happened to find himself. And one could assume the presence of the Great Elk was a factor too, maybe. But he'd remain unfaltering on the outside, unmoving, observing. He was conflicted on whether he wanted to back into the shadows and leave this moment be, or whether he'd just wait and see.

He ended up choosing the latter. Tempted by curiosity.