Wolf RPG - star lit path

For @Lote/@Imaq & @Diaval

Enough time had passed since she last was with Diaval. Initially, the plan was to invite the monochrome male to Moonglow. But after learning that the dove had plans of her own to form a sister village, things changed. Upon fetching Diaval again, she informed him of the slight change in circumstances in which they would meet. It was easier this way. He could bypass Moonglow and not worry about whether or not he was accepted, while Lote made her choice on whether or not she'd mentor him. If she turned him down, then he may always contemplate Moonglow as a second option.

Keyni felt there was little to worry about. She had already arranged for Lote to meet her here, with Diaval in tow. Side by side with her friend and in high spirits, she picked her way towards the edge of the pleasantly shadowed evergreen forest. The air was rich with the smell of newly revived fir and pine. The soil was refreshingly cool underfoot. She turned to him with a controlled smile. "This is the place. It is not far from my village. Lote and her children have been frequenting it often these days." She let loose a howl, guiding the naturalist to their location. She was not in the least bit nervous. Checking on Diaval and how he was holding up, she let her tail tap against his leg once, as one would a pat on the back.

@Muttn @Wilwarin @Dionysus (feel free to hop in here if one of them might be accompanying mom! <3) I wasn't sure if Keyni had a particular smell to her so some assumptions were made based on her trade/aspirations as a Naturalist, lmk if I should edit anything!

Lótë left the village filled with excitement, eager to meet the man who might become a new member of their growing family -- Keyni seemed to have spoken very highly of the freckled he-wolf. Upon reaching the sheltered timberland of pine, the doe's shoulders lowered and her muzzle dipped -- though such a movement was becoming a bit strained as her middle grew larger. Even so, Aiwëndil trotted along in a slight waddle as she tracked the evergreen scent of Keyni, a perfume of the cinnamon of undergrowth and the musky loam of mossy forests.

She straightened upon catching sight of the sparrow's fawn build, peridots flickering from Keyni to the smoky wolf at her side -- Diaval presumably. "I greet you," the mother demurred by way of greeting as she approached, moving to touch her cheek against Keyni's fondly before shooting Diaval a kind smile. Settling upon her bear-marked haunches, Lótë got comfortable -- shifting and wiggling a bit to accommodate the bulge of her growing children.

"I am Lótë of clan Nuiruk," she murmured, mainly for Diaval's sake. Since it was their first meeting, she continued with her titles -- hoping to give him a glimpse of their village's traditions. "I am second wife to sunman of Moonglow, sister to moonwoman. And also sister of Keyni," an affection-filled smile was turned towards the wren at these words and they were accompanied by a sweeping wag of her rabbitskin tail. Hopefully, the cloudberry had not confused the poor man. She and Keyni did look awfully similar, save for the difference in their features and build. Perhaps he might mistake them for littermates. If so, Lótë would pause to correct him, not unkindly.

"Keyni mentioned you might be joining to help us in building the new village, yes? Winterglade?" her head cocked slightly, more out of habit than intrigue.