Winter had been remarkably quiet. That was all she could say on the season; the snow had been mild and yet, something did not feel quite right. It was if there was a very tension in the air, one that at times sent a nervous chill up her spine. She had felt it before and yet, she did her best to dismiss it as a mere worry. If something had happened in Moladion, surely they would have heard about it by now. The mountain might have been tall, but it never stopped words from reaching them. Besides from that quiet worry, however, she had been quite content merely ambling through her days. Swallowbane had come to train here and there and she had begun to take a shining to him; she still watched Natu from a distance, ensuring she grew rounder and rounder without any strangeness or illness. So far, things seemed well. She had even started to grow excited over the prospect of children in Spirane once more. Finally, Galileo would have real company.

If she had known she was being followed, she would have stopped immediately to welcome her company. However, she had taken to a rather leisurely stroll through the rocks and snow, picking her way slowly up the mountain. At times, the winter months brought an ache to her legs where the rocks and sea had battered and tumbled her about in the past - on those days, like today, she found that these strolls aided in soothing it. Part of her thought that perhaps it was all in her head at times. She'd need to ask Pan one day, though that same part of her feared what he might say. She had created some kind of unspoken concern between her and he, and yet, he likely did not even know it. It had all been her.

It was only when she heard the howl call out from somewhere behind her that her mind returned to the present. She turned immediately to face back down the slope, her ears swiveling before pinpointing her would-be followers vicinity. With hopping steps, she flowed down the mountainside before catching a glimpse of her company. If she scent had not been enough then surely the unique (albeit unusual) markings would have been enough to confirm the female's identity: Orca.

She smiled kindly as she came to stand before the woman, her tail gently swaying behind her. She tilted her head slightly in inquiry, contemplating briefly what reasons she might have been sought out for before speaking.

"A pleasure to see you, Orca. Have you come looking for me? My apologies if you have been - I have been a bit lost in my thoughts today."