King Elk Forest and in the winter night sky ships are sailing

with jomyo's trip underway, something in delight comes unstuck and settles comfortably in his chest. a sturdier establishment of his own leadership, maybe -- settling into the crown the prince has left for him, though on him it's less a crown so much as a cap. this metaphor is getting stupid, he thinks. 

anyway. anatha's scent catches his attention as he makes a sweep of the forest, and delight realises he's not checked on her in a little bit, distracted by burke's death and jomyo's trip. she seems to be doing okay from what he can tell, but she's also his friend and it couldn't hurt to check on her more personally. the morwinyon picks up his pace with wagging tail and calls out, "anatha," hoping to walk with her.