There had seemingly been some change in the lower packlands of Moladion, or at least it had been implied by the sudden arrival of several wolves that smelt of the salted waters of Glorall. Their scents had brought back memories for Niviaq, who had thought back fondly upon Soldat and all the others of Litherum. It felt folly to think back on all the things she should have said at one point or another but, in a way, she liked to imagine that they could hear her. After all, Faol'an had always said the stars were the spirits of those they'd lost. Somewhere up there, they must have been watching. Of course, she had to come back down to earth eventually. Something had happened and it was up to her to help those in need to the best of her ability. Some may need healing, she supposed, or perhaps merely a tour of the mountains to ease their minds. It would be the least she could do.

As dawn came upon Spirane, Niviaq took to the slopes in her usual routine. It began with several rounds of the lower border, warming her muscles and relieving her grogginess. In the cooler months, it was more difficult for her to feel rejuvenated, her joints occasionally aching here and there. If she had not gone back to Litherum during the fires, perhaps she might have moved more freely - to her, though, the slightly stiffened gait of winter was a reminder of the past. She yawned as she did her rounds, only perking up when the scent of the sea once more penetrated the borders. Curious, she began to follow it, captivated by the scent of youthfulness that went along with it. Had more children come? In the recent season, several younger wolves had ventured to Spirane in search of a home. She supposed she ought to be there to give it to them, or at least to guide them to wherever their queen might be.

No sooner than she had begun to follow did she see two wolves ahead; a male she vaguely recognized as somebody who had come in the later part of fall, and a smaller female who seemed rather on edge. Their body language seemed a little concerning to the older she-wolf. Her ears flickered forward just in time to hear the male's words, and she let out a short yip to alert them of her arrival before she moved up beside them. She kept a comfortable distance, giving each of them a warm smile before settling on the older of the two.

"It seems you've traveled far, young man. Perhaps I may be able to assist you. If you require a den, I would be more than happy to help - as for calling down our queen, it should not take long at all."

She paused, grinning as a mother would before she turned to face the younger girl. In all her years, Niviaq had met many different personality types. Reading them had become an art almost, and she recognized the hesitancy in the young girl's face near instantly. For now, she'd let the girl take what she wanted from the conversation, allowing her to interject as she wished. It never did help to pressure somebody into talking, after all.