King Elk Forest He is not one of us.

Cameo! (For now at least). She's on her way

Cynefrid's ears would tip towards the noise a few feet away, half awake from her slumber while a chorus of voices sounded nearby. Another call from her king; and a string of commotion nearby -- what could it be? Had another hunt come into play?

Bits and pieces of conversation along with new scents along the borders -- both of which caused dread to stir in her chest. 

Clumsily, the fawn stood to her feet and made her way towards the scene. Whatever awaited Cyne next was not something she wanted to think about until she got there...