Neverwinter Forest vi. not too cold,

lótë almost didn't notice the woman -- a fact she scolded herself for. she'd not have been so lucky if her new company was less amenable as the she-wolf approaching now. she gave a small shake of her head to dispel such thoughts and even allowed her lips to quirk. it was somewhat bashful and the light chuckle she forced was strained. 

still, she put on a good show of covering her previous mood. 

"ah, no," she chimed in good faith. "not when you're running about with the pelt of a stormy night." it was quite true, her coloring reminded the four-year of an inky sea of night sky in which silken, moonlit clouds drifted. 

"i am hoping their reaction is happier than that," her laugh was nervous now as she said it. 

"i am aiwë. lótë, either is fine." the dove turned the focus back to their conversation, realizing she should probably introduce herself to this ally of moonglow -- or so she presumed the woman to be. 

"it is good to meet with you...?" she trailed off then, in anticipation of the other answering with her own name.