Rustling of leaves perked the harks of the slate gray king, as he slumbered in his den. Instantly, he jerked to his feet, shaking off some of the dust from laying upon the hardened earth. Yawning, his massive pillars began to move in a four-beat pattern, thundering through the forest as quickly as possible to ward off any potential danger. It was unlike any good-doer to roam an unknown terra in the middle of the night. Silver shone upon him as he moved gracefully to the entrance. Wafting in their scent, he found that they were wolves, simply heading to the north.
Finally, as he reached them, he noticed that they were no threat at all. Actually, they were simple females, probably looking for a place to rest their head; surely, it couldn't hurt the forest to have wolves running around it. They had had pups recently it seemed, and he smiled to him as his form approached their travels.
"Hello there. I am Callisto, leader of the council and of these lands. Can I help you?" he asked politely, wanting to aid any creature that came to him for help.