King Elk Forest hear he, hear he,

The call of his King, Célnes, was met with one of his own. I am on my way. The joy in her voice was palpable, and for good reason. Their neighbors were gone, and no longer would their hunting grounds be restricted so. But, having not left the sacred King Elk forest as of late, the dashing male was unaware of the turn of events. All would be revealed soon enough.

Emerging from the concealing cover of the mature pine and oak trees, Chad carried himself as proudly as ever. Chest slightly puffed out, tail held high, he made his way to the gathering. This time, he was among the first to arrive, with only Henryk and Eadwulf there before him. Only when in the presence of his King, did he adjust his posture accordingly, letting his tail hang loosely by his heels. "To what do we owe the honor for such a...joyous calling?" He inquired of Célnes, raising a sculpted brow.