Neverwinter Forest lxxii. i'm a stone's throw from the mill

Keyni's friend would not find herself alone for long in the endeavor of sharpening the lines of what would become their borders. Her mind had long been set in that she would settle here, assisting Lótë in building Winterglade, sister village to Moonglow.

Their numbers were still few, but stable. There would be pups this year, a good sign. The tundrian still had her own ambitions...her own hopes. Her time had yet to come and then she would know of her fortune this year. 

She was on her return from yet another recon mission, not too far away from the woodland. She had taken to scouting recently, in hopes she might come across potential contributors to the budding pack. When she came back empty, it did not dampen her spirit. Numbers were well and good but did not necessarily reflect true integrity. Character did. Catching scent of Lote and a flash of pale fur, she called out in greeting.