It had not exactly been easy to recuperate proceeding the fall of Alcide and Moonglow and yet, merely having Pan near her had soothed the wounds to a point where she could at least function once more. For some days, she had simply lingered by her den, obsessively reorganizing and shuffling about her trinkets and herbs. Part of her hoped to find some sort of closure, some sort of proof that nothing she could have done could have helped and yet... nothing seemed to work. Some part of her still believed she should have tried, but reality could be cruel. She should have learnt that by now. Things had already started to change, though. Things changed so fast.

She had been expecting Purge for some time, having offered to see to her scars and tend to whatever wounds she might be able to better rectify. Yet, she had never shown and now, a new - yet not unfamiliar - howl drove across the skies in beckoning. For some moments, Niviaq merely lay within her den confused, not quite certain that she had heard correctly. It was no more the howl of Purge and yet, it rung with an absolute certainty only ever found in those that found themselves as Alphas. Snowshoe? With a flick of her ear, she resigned to the fact that she would need to discover whether she was truly correct or not. Had Snowshoe once more tried for such a position? Had she truly been that unhappy?

With a sharp chortle, she called for Pan wherever he might be before taking off towards the call. It did not come from her usual den but rather, a new location that took her some moments to unearth. As she approached, she caught sight of a relatively new face - one she had seen arrive with Purge but never before - and she caught the tail end of her words, sharp and acrid. Instantly, Niviaq's ears flickered back cautiously as she came to a rest in their vicinity, passing the larger female an almost sheepish grin. It was understandable as to why such a wolf would say such things - Purge must have been her leader through and through. It was the same reason Taliesin had said what he had said. She understood.

"Please, let us not fight this day. Your anger is one many have felt before, do not mistake that. For now, though, let us listen."

She bowed her head momentarily as a sign of respect, though she shuffled somewhat closer to the arrival of Sleekwing, finding a comfort in his face: so much like Alcide, even in his stance and pride. She did not expect him to protect her if the female charged forward, but some part of her merely felt safer knowing she was not alone there. It was he that asked the question she too wondered, her eyes flickering to him before returning to Snowshoe with a kind, inquisitive smile. Her head tilted slightly, eyes eager with anticipation as she awaited to hear the tale of what they had been called for, and how such a thing came to be.