Neverwinter Forest tip toes

edited for ebony's quick reply! XD

Lótë paused in her efforts of building a den -- a shattered one she had dug anew and was beginning to line with soft pelts so that it might be ready to whelp in. The voice that called was unfamiliar which roused an agitated nervousness in the dove, thinking on the stranger who had attacked her and Makan in these very woods. But to howl for an audience spoke of good intentions, or so the artist hoped. 

When Lótë had tracked down the agouti he-wolf -- a pale man of dirty snow, soot, and dying leaves -- she found him faced by her pale sister, and silently sidled up to moonwoman's side as a reassuring shadow might. Emeralds blinked at the man in silent curiosity, waiting to see why the stranger had called for the village.