Neverwinter Forest tip toes

Lótë could not fight the small tic of a smile that twitched at the corners of her lips, feeling a swell of pride and gratitude towards moonwoman. "Aya," the cloudberry murmured with a small dip of her head. Her pale emeralds were cautious. "This will be village Winterglade, sister to moonwoman's establishment." They were a package deal, her words implied. 

"Why does Sacrarium seek allies? For what reason?" Perhaps the village Vagabond hailed from faced some danger, some threat he would expect the wolves of the Spine and the Forest to help defend their people from. 

"I have not heard of your village," Lótë shared a look with Kukutux as she murmured this, a curious and searching expression. Perhaps the duck knew something of the smoky he-wolf's village. "What is it like? What do your people believe, what do they stand for?" Her verdant gaze returned to the man's, chin lifting a fraction as she questioned him. Not all villages sought peace. Not all were hospitable. It would not do to be tangled up with a group who dabbled in dark matters.