King Elk Forest Try as she might, not a drop will she get

"Your songs always bring a livelihood to the forests, cousin." She complimented the bard as he continued throwing tunes for the female King, "soon it seems you shall achieve Fabliest. Perhaps spread your tune a bit more, and the whole forest will recognize you as one."

His songs sounded at times but simple tunes, but held a history to them. It was indeed a rank that still held dear to the pack-life, for they at the moment, had no one else to share the tales of the Deorwine's, or the past of the Kingslend wolves. Just a few more, she imagined, especially her brother, soon he too, would be granted the rank. She almost tempted now to do so, but it had been some time since Célnes heard her cousin sing.

She would hope it was not a phase.