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

With breezy, natural strides, she joined Lote's side. As with the Moonwoman, she was not shy in expressing her sisterly affection. Pressing her flank along the rounded curve of a belly full with life. Gently stroking the end of her muzzle along a fine boned cheek. 

"I just returned from checking out some of the neighboring areas. You know, to try my luck and see if any potential candidates might turn up." She moved more deliberately now, her gait indictive of a wolf who was serious with the business of setting up borders. "But, no luck this time." She said with a carefree shrug, inspecting a young sapling, which she marked close to.