Neverwinter Forest and undignified suffering is firing up again

Lótë hadn't meant to track him. The blackbird was gradually becoming embedded in their family, in their village. Her children had returned to the hearth, for it was clear that Makan meant them no ill will. 

Regardless, the mother had frequented the forest to the east of their domain of late -- at first drawn by curiosity and the thrill of exploring the ruins of its former inhabitants. Recently, with the thoughts circulating her mind, the Naturalist tended towards inclinations of rebuilding what had laid dormant for so long. There were a great many children in the village, by the next spring it would grow rather crowded. 

While it was true that children were usualy the members to disperse, Murre had given her the inspiration to grow their family anew by settling another village in the shadows of the Spine. It was something she had yet to share with @Kukutux, not yet certain she could leave. Not with @Mojag and her stepchildren newly born. 

It was for this reason, and an inkling of concern to find Makan's scent trailing from the borders, that Lótë followed the healing shadow to the woodland that had become her hideaway. 

Through the pines, she trotted in search of Makan -- seeking out his company for a hunt perhaps -- releasing a soft howl when his perfume thickened among the boughs.