Neverwinter Forest penny jar

For Inkalorë & Wilwarin

Having learned of Lote's plan to form her own sister pack from both Kukutux and the naturalist herself, Keyni was intrigued. She couldn't get her mind off it. The idea appealed to her. She wanted nothing more than to help those closest to her. The Moonwoman already had her own village. Sialuk would have her own, one day soon. And now it was Lote's turn. It was the perfect recipe for the tightly bonded women to stay close, while only being a stones throw away.

The chosen site for such a place was Nevewinter Forest. Keyni was somewhat familiar with the shady, evergreen woodland. She had come to it several times in her earlier days, to visit Mal, when he and his own pack still held sway. Now Lote's group could make a home of it again. Revive it, breathe in new life to a place that had been forgotten. Curious to see how much progress her friend had made in making it her own, she slipped through the dim light beneath the canopy quietly. Her nose was to the ground while she breathed in multiple scents. Lote's children and one other were laying claim here too.

She smiled. The more of them the better. More wolves to make a new, tight little family unit. Hoof tracks mixed with the scent of infant life also had the Tundrian intently pursuing a new trail. She already knew there was a resident herd of deer in this forest. And, this was the season when the does had their fawns. Not necessarily in hunting mode just yet, Keyni was tracking, hoping for a look. If the fawn was vulnerable, she would try for a meal. Population control was important, even if it meant taking a life.