King Elk Forest Hop skip jump, etc

"oh, come off it," he exhales dramatically as he moves to try to slink past calhoun. "don't be such a bastard. they're a kid," the bard laments with equal theatre.  his rosy eyes follow the young wolf in front of them.  given that ravinger is so new to the wilds, he hasn't the foggiest idea who the yearling is or where he's come from.  although, that doesn't matter, as his gaze finds the bouquet of flowers, and he immediately exclaims in delight.

"my, my, a fan!" ravinger chirrups, sweeping forward in an effort to snatch the flowers up.  he knows they're for him without any second-guessing, as usual. "how lovely of you; how nice.  don't you think this young fellow is thoughtful?" the words are cast over his shoulder to calhoun.  if prim doesn't stop ravinger, he's going to pick the bouquet up in his teeth. "you want to come in, pup?  i don't see why not," never mind that he doesn't have the authority to, uh, do that.  in ravinger's mind, he's king of the whole world.

"so, your name is primrose. cute. i'm sure you know mine, but it's ravinger. fans can call me rav, though, of course." his tail sways with delight behind his slender frame, slightly aloft in a show of casual dominance. "king's busy, no doubt, doing king stuff."