Neverwinter Forest go off then somewhere quaint

Lótë blinked drearily, head lifting from the cuddle-curl she and @Fjall shared as she recognized Aiolos' voice. The paintwolf beckoned the islander within with a returned call of her own, tail beating against the floor of her den. 

"Aiolos," the dove chirped happily when her eyes landed on his rusted features and golden orbs. "How are things in Moonglow?"