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.