King Elk Forest Best believe we fought hard when temptation arrived,

Célnes was as serious and dutiful as ever.  She really was made to be King (though it would take a lot for Ravinger to ever admit this out loud, if ever).  Every inch of her screamed royalty, and that was all just as well.  Despite how much the bard boasted his lineage, he wasn't suited for the job.  Ruling over a pack meant doling out laws and punishments and keeping wolves in line.  He wasn't interested in politics whatsoever.  Let Célnes and Cenric have their crowns.  He would sing about his.

"See you around," he hummed coyly to Célnes as his eyes found Cynefrid again.  Ravinger was an easy wolf to fool, even if no fooling was taking place.  One brush of the healer against his side, and he was padding feverishly after her.  It didn't matter if she wanted him to tag along or not; he invited himself with a grin and a gentle bump of his hip into hers.

exit Ravinger!