Neverwinter Forest tikigakvik

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As days quickly spanned into weeks and @Fjall began to sample softened meat, Lótë began to leave the den more frequently -- though this was not to say she shirked her responsibility to the living cub she'd borne. At moment, she'd left her growing son in the more than capable care of @Keyni. It was more than a need to stretch her legs and keep up with things around the Forest. As the season lengthened, the wren had made it known that she had chosen to abstain from bearing her own children; Lótë wished to allow her the chance to have some experience with children, even if she did not have her own to mother. If anything, her sister would be more than prepared should she whelp in the following spring. 

The cloudberry took to patrolling, allowing a moment to simply enjoy the way the sunshine rained warmth upon her fur and to drink in the greenery of the shaded wood in all its splendor -- even if the air seemed weighted with humidity beneath the canopy and her tongue eventually lolled with the heat. All too soon, winter would be upon the threshold of their borders and she would miss brother sun's kinder face. 

As the herd-stalker rounded a bend in the sweet smelling pines, a familiar scent mingled with that of the conifers and brought to mind somewhat unpleasant memories. It was not a mutual feeling for the man whose cologne she had caught -- for Kigipigak was a rather amiable individual, despite his solemn silence. But last Lótë had seen the man, he had found her after the bear attack while she was still delirious with fever. 

Even so, the painter loosed a low call -- alerting the others that family was at the border, should any in the vicinity be concerned and assuring Kigipigak and those who traveled with him that the botanist would come meet them. 

When Lótë caught sight of the pallid he-wolf, she was surprised to see a woman and children with him. A grin broke across her features like sun from behind a cloud as she slowed, trotting up to the family. "Kigipigak! It is good to see your face. In the name of Winterglade, I greet you and your family," Lótë chirped happily as she stopped before the small group, turning to smile at Sakhmet and the growing cubs clustered about him. 

"Are you on your way to Moonglow?"