Brogach bristled slightly, the Elk sensing something warily on Rayadell. However, this Elk was not like many others in the forest. The Great Reds of the Wayward Wood were large, but intelligent, and this one trusted Calanon completely. If Calanon saw no reason not to trust Rayadell, then Brogach would trust her without hesitation. 

Calanon sprung upwards, flying in an effortless leap onto the beast's back. Even to other athletic Elves, Calanon was known for his great leaping ability. The Elk snorted, and shook its shaggy, antlered head as it readied for a run. Its thick coat of fur tufts along its neck swaying lightly in the breeze. Calanon offered Rayadell his hand as a show of good faith. "Whenever you're ready." he told her. He only showed prudence, not impatience. He'd wait if he needed to.