King Elk Forest the wrong name

He is summoned with a howl upon the winds. Umbra dipped ears twitch atop his skull to better pinpoint the origins of the call and when he has discerned it he wastes no time making his way there. His steps are sure and set with purpose as he closes the ( thankfully ) slight distance from where Delight has called and himself upon his patrol. The empyrean’s pace slows as he approaches and comes to a full cease as he enters the scene, his bright, apple green gaze taking in Delight with a dip of his head in acknowledgement before he turns his full focus upon the stranger, taking him in with a regal lift of his chin. “I am Mato; Morwinyon of Tindómë,” He offers his title in his introduction with a tip of his crown in greeting. “You seek to join our ranks?” He inquires of the stranger, offering Delight a glimpse in the hopes the dark wisp might offer him a subtle confirmation that Mato’s assumption is correct.