King Elk Forest He is not one of us.

Happily, the man cloaked in white followed what he thought was his new King. His short tail swaying behind him with every step, and the only thing he thought was strange was how Wren was acting. Was she not happy he came by? Shit, did he move too fast? Fuck! He messed it up now between them, it was awkward... it was so awkward now. He moved too fast, that was it, it was the only reason for it! 

Well... it was too late now. There was no turning back without insulting this whole dang crew that grew around them. He felt so damn special. Like they were all here to greet him or something! Wren's "good luck" was seen as a charm, he smiled and let her go, for the time being, hoping they could chat later about this whole awkward situation he had gotten themselves into by jumping the gun.

And then another came up to them, Elijah wasn't sure who this guy is but all these new faces were his packmates to be! He smiled at each and every one of them, happy to take note to introduce himself to them later on - then his smile faded. The new guy who sat close enough, Elijah caught what he thought sounded like...  High Elk... mercy... this one, wait, mercy?

Casting a confused glance over his shoulder, Hey, uh, my liege? What do I do? He was starting to sweat under his collar. Something didn't feel right anymore...