King Elk Forest I got this shit on lock

It was odd to say the least, how a handful of white wolves seem to be attracted to their forests. She remembered exactly around four wolves, and this encounter, making it a fifth. Upon approaching from the shadows of her forest, the King held a polite smile, she approached with a neutral stance but head held high, as noble as she believe she was, she prided herself to look the part.

"This is Kingslend, I am Célnes Déorwine, one of the Kings that lay claim here." As she heard the call, she was of course one of the first to follow. Cenric had caught the other one, and as sibling-rivarly would go, this was the amount she would give to him. Though truly did not have the High Elk's luck on her side, for everytime she was to the borders, the elken woman was always by someone they claimed to be cursed.

She of course, dared not think this one was considering on joining.

"What do you need?