Neverwinter Forest Moonlit

The Tundrian woman had been on her way to a chosen, private den site when she heard the deep voice of another. Not one of their own. But of Kigipigak's small band. Allied with her, Lote and Kukutux, she welcomed them to stay and rest in her forest with open arms.

She had been tired. Fatigue pulling at the edges of her physical form. While a good nights sleep sounded wonderful right about now, she couldn't very well ignore one of her guests. A silent yawn parted her jaws, pretty white teeth flashing. 

Shaking off her weariness as best as she could, she let the dim light of the moon guide her to the stranger. She called out softly to him, finding his golden eyes first. "Good evening, sir."