King Elk Forest hear he, hear he,

Calhoun could not help but raise his brows at the news. Those dreaded bird wolves had left? So they were cowards in the end, fretful over the enemies that had made through rash accusations and their hostility. Calhoun cared not for their kind, nor their pesky child who continued to tread where he did not belong, but at least now the nuisance had been dealt with. It was a joyous day indeed.

These Saints, Celnes mentioned, were unfamiliar, though he cared not about their presence either. So long as they were left to their ways he would not complain. All that mattered was the land that the High Elk himself had claimed for his people remained with his people. A simple grunt was given in response, though he could not quite hide the small smirk that spread at the corner of his lips. Then let us hunt.