Though she occasionally chose to stay close to home and help keep watch over the younglings, there were others within the village whom guarded the new children. Lótë thought her efforts might be better served filling in the gaps -- patrolling with @Inutsuk or on her own as the new parents tended to their son, hunting with a variety of packmates (though @Qadira had proved to be a viable asset in this) to help keep the caches full. This often led her from the low mountains of Ouroboros, ranging afield for game. Whatever time she had left over was spent in Neverwinter Forest -- preparing for the future and the expansion of their clan. 

Midmorning found the doe clearing the old hides and debris from the burrows of what had once been a communal denning location, burying them in the heart of the woods as she had once done with her own belongings at @Kigipigak's side. 

The dove reasoned she had enough time to work on such a task and could hunt something for the nursing mothers later in the afternoon before returning to Moonglow. 

The cloudberry straightened at the strange, muffled call, head swivelling as she turned to scan the forest for the source. Her emerald gaze landed on the most peculiar looking woman that she'd ever seen in her entire life. 

Even so, the dove was not unaccustomed to wolfdogs -- though she had yet to meet a purebred dog such as the woman in the distance. Silently, Lótë marvelled at her folded face and the wrinkles of her short fur and loose skin. 

Remembering her manners and forgetting the pelts she had been tidying up, the doe called out in return -- beckoning the she-dog closer with friendly tones and an amicable wag of her tail. 

Lótë blinked in surprise as the she-dog pattered closer on broad paws, struggling not to let her shock show upon her face as the shadows shifted to reveal the wounds that littered her face and neck. The cloudberry swallowed her horror at who might've done such a thing and yipped playfully in return, dipping low in a bow as her tail swayed happily. 

Dancing towards the woman on energetic, hopping steps -- she bounded closer and pawed gently at the mastiff. Her movements were slower, more tactful, than they might usually be. She feared accidentally tugging on the wounds and causing further injury to the stranger. 

After a moment, she straightened half way and cocked her head curiously. "Lótë," she dipped her head, attempting to gesture towards herself, wondering if the woman spoke the common tongue. 

It was a bit difficult to understand the other's speech upon first hearing it but the herd-stalker managed well enough to decipher it. "A pleasure to meet you, Diesel," the three-year murmured upon realizing she could speak in spite of the wounds inflicted upon her face, inclining her head graciously. 

"I intend to build a village here with my children and those who will come with us," Lótë answered, not yet realizing it was meant flirtatiously. She might've offered Diesel a place amongst her kin but the smell of other wolves clung to her heavily. "What brings you here?" 

Lótë's cheeks warmed beneath the cover of fallowskin fur, only just then reading the intentions hidden between the lines. While it was true that her inclinations occasionally tended towards the fairer sex, the painter was more of a reserved and traditional type -- casual flings and the like just weren't in her nature. 

"I - ah, no," she stammered, somewhat embarrassed. Her ears dipped back to rest against her skull as her gaze slid to the side nervously -- an awkward chuckle escaping beneath her breath. "My former husband is no more. But I am happily married to another now." It did not matter if Aiolos did not share her bedfurs. It was not a lie that she had found contentment in her marriage to him. 

"What of you?" she attempted to redirect the conversation. "Is there a husband -- or wife -- at home?" She had known wolves in her homeland who did not restrict their appetites to their spouses, perhaps Diesel was one such canid. 

Lótë breathed a little easier when it became clear that Diesel wasn't the type to press on when another was unreceptive. She chuckled lightly at the desperado's words, finding such a lifestyle slightly admirable but it just wasn't in the cards for Lótë. 

"Our village is called Moonglow. Yours is the one along the sea -- yes? I met a girl named Marina who carried much the same scent as you." The mother couldn't quite be certain it was exactly the same pack nor if Marina still resided with the Druids, as she hadn't gleaned much information in their brief interaction. Still, it might be worthwhile to keep tabs on the various packs within Teekon. If only as a precaution. 

Lótë had hoped to learn more about the Druids -- perhaps even spark up a conversation regarding an alliance with the islanders -- but it seemed such was not to be in the cards. Diesel seemed quick to make a hasty retreat, which the cloudberry thought might have something to do with the sisters that had a bad experience with Moonglow, presuming Marina's sisters also resided with the coastal pack.

The doe didn't try to stall the isabella she-dog, nor persist in her line of questioning. She let the other go gracefully, "It was nice to meet you," she murmured into the conifer forest, watching the mastiff go with a slight furrowing of consternation upon her brow.