Galileo's departure had saddened her, and yet it seemed as if the universe itself had recognized such a thing for no sooner than he had left, her daughter had arrived at the mouth of their den with an almost sheepish grin. From then, Niviaq had been at least... happier, tending to her daughter with all the love she had to offer. She had fed her, groomed her, ensured the wolves of Asteraia had not dared to lay a claw upon her - it had kept her busy but, with the typical sass of any teenager, Pandora had been desperate to escape her coddling to tend to her own business. Reluctantly, Niviaq had allowed it, and had focused her attention once more onto pack duties. Besides, spring would be at their doorstep once more and oddly enough, Swallowbane had seemingly departed at some point or another. At least, she had not seen him lingering about as he often did - the upper region of the mountains were strangely lacking of that solitary brown smudge that lay up there most days. It seemed, one way or another, the job had fallen back onto her at least until they could establish some kind of head to their little healer body. She might have taken the role and yet, she knew the young must do so. It was no good her sitting atop a hierarchy while those younger and more adaptable than she struggled beneath it.

For whatever reason, their queen had decided on a rather unusual method of working out such a head. In fact, in all her time, Niviaq had never seen such a task performed and yet, it almost seemed as if it had always been the most logical way of going about things. Why wait until somebody truly needed the healing to learn the in depth intricacies? If you could mimic it, then why not? She almost laughed at how simple it seemed in retrospect. How Pan had not thought of such a thing beforehand, she could not fathom. Still, she had been called forward and forward she moved, passing down the mountainside and towards where the series of calls had originated.

It did not take her long to break into the clearing, issuing a stout nod of greeting to Ceal before taking her place alongside Daenerys. For several moments, Niviaq stared down at the goat, giving a small shiver of disturbance as she witnessed the price nature of its killing. She had to hand it to Daenerys - she had been very efficient. It seemed as if she did not need medical attention herself, but Niviaq still glanced over her suspiciously out of habit. It was the goat, however, that she had to focus on and more precisely, Ceal's treatment of such a thing. Even from Niviaq's position, the breaks in the bone were obvious enough. It would take careful deliberation to deal with the circumstances and Niviaq eyed it wearily as she settled back onto her haunches, her ears pressed forward eagerly and her lips taut with anticipation. Already, she began to think of her own methods and yet, she had to remain entirely silent throughout this ordeal.