King Elk Forest se-n-pa-i

This soothed the young boy. Being a Draconid was important to him and was important to his mother; it would not have done well to willingly abandon his moniker to take on the name of the elken wolves. The boy would have found it hard to understand why a name meant so much, but he felt it in his bones, and he understood that a name carried a significant weight. He could not simply shirk the calling of the Draconid, even for the kindness that the forest wolves had shown him.
 
“I will be good to Kingslend. You will not regret letting me into your ranks,” Kiyoshi promised her with a respectful bow of his head.
 
It would soon be time for the boy to start looking at his intended trades. Already he had set his sights on a guardianship for the forest – he had taken a liking to the borders of the woodland terrain and had grown accustomed to waking each morning to mark their claim before the sun had risen. Beyond that, he wondered if he might find a place within their ranks as an advisor. Though young, Kiyoshi had never allowed anger or sadness to spill over his carefully guarded expression. He had always seemed to have a level head.