King Elk Forest Tell me, Grandson

“I will, grandfather.” Mato responds with a curt nod, thinking that he might seek Trajan out after this meeting to make the gentle suggestion. “I’m not a fan of fighting,” The empyrean admits so that Burke is well aware of where Mato stands on the subject of violence but the truth is: fan or not, he will take up arms to protect Tindómë and the wolves that call it home, if that was what it took. “I have a few established already. I’d be glad to patrol with you to show them to you.” Mato responds, all business; but aside from showing a master guardian their patrol routes it would also allow them to have more time to get to know one another. They’d never been particularly close when Mato was growing up — but Mato’s companions had mostly been Nova and Sebastian; and Burke had been busy with his own kids. “Have you heard from my uncles at all?” Mato asks cautiously, unsure what kind of territory he was breeching into ( and it was a bit strange, as it's always been, to refer to the two boys as his uncles though they were of a similar age ). Last Mato had been aware, they’d been in Northstar Vale with him but whether they stayed or not …now that was a different matter entirely.