King Elk Forest like a square peg in a circular hole

The fawnish woman had stood just a few feet away, rummaging her head in an abandoned fox den to gather its tangled cobwebs. These past couple of days were quite a mess to say the least — with Cel having been attacked, high tensions festering quickly within their ranks, and even a recent scuffle with a pack nearby. It seemed as if Déorwine couldn't catch a break nowadays. She couldn't help but wonder if the omen was true; the poor fawn children fused in the womb and left to die back in the forest. Was her God really giving her a message that something bad was amist?

Still, she wanted to trust her current kings, and it would only be fair to give them a chance at ruling — the pack had not been fully established yet anyway. And they did manage to make it to a safe place in which the high elk's light shined the brightest. Hopefully, this meant more peaceful days to come as well.

Cynefrid's ears took a sharp turn when she heard a voice nearby, then her own name being addressed. This voice however, it did not belong to a farmiliar. "Oh! H-hello..." the sire before her was dressed in earthen tones, with eyes a foggy shade of green. A new recruit? "I don't believe we've been acquainted yet. We just have so many new members pouring in I can't keep up!" She said with a lighthearted chuckle, turning to walk over to him with cobwebs in her maw. "Just Cynefrid is fine dear. Are you new?"