It is in her nature to rise early and to find news things, to learn new things. Her brain is like a sponge for she wishes only to hear more knowledge and to catch the stories of the world on the backhand of the wind. Winter is usually a wonderful time for such things; everyone is miserable and they band together for the sheer comfort of solidarity. There was much to be learned in the winter season when life seemed slow as if time moved at a terribly slow pace to match the freeze on life. Yet it was also the maker of life. She had spied a few bellies in the region that had been bloated with child which meant more ears to entertain and minds to fill with her lessons. How enjoyable it was when those shining little eyes all stared at her in absolute wonder.

Such is among the reasons why she is out before dawn has begun and walking sedately across the lowlands of the mountains with ease. Her obsidian tail swishes behind her and brushes against her hocks as she moves with an inborn grace, cream colored ears turning and falling and pricking as life begins to wake in a slow manner. She has come to love her new home despite the vast differences in the landscape than her old one. It was her intention to visit Diveen in the spring to see these cliffs and plains that Maddox had spoken of, things that reminded her so vividly of her old home and her family. A bird pops up from it's nest, twisting and fluffing its wings and feathers before swooping down in front of her without paying a lick of attention. She watches it in an absorbed manner until the moment it's robust body freezes, ducks, then swoops upwards with a caw of indignation at such a surprise.

A gentle smile curls her lips at it with a teasing secret at the edge of her lips. Her head jerks around as she blinks and catches the sound of the male caller. His voice is... lonesome. It calls to her for behind such a voice lies a story, no doubt, and she can learn many tales from the stories of average lives. She turns her body around in her own supple manner and begins a brisk trot through a group of trees, each slender paw lifting and pulling her elegantly until she comes upon the pair of males. Both with gray and red and one with many mixed colors on his marked pelt.

Before she can get to them though Daenery's appears as if by magic - for she was the Queen, after all, and always attuned to such things - and the name Ramiel comes over the air. Sorcha has come now so that she is near the other side of Ragnarok but facing between the threesome. She pauses now with hunter green eyes flicking between them, wondering if perhaps she should have just let them take care of it. Maybe.. now was not the best time to intrude.