Ailith. She didn't know the wolf, not at all, though she knew the simplest of facts about her: Spirane, from elsewhere, not a name spoken by any wolf Malina had a particular dislike for. So, she seemed suitable. Or at least, suitable enough for Malina to not avoid. Besides, from what she had gathered from trailing the girl's scent, she had some kind of connection to Sleekwing. Did such a thing thing make her vaguely jealous? Yes, of course. In fact, she almost felt guilty for feeling - at times - so possessive over him. It was like that with Rogue, too, though. In a way, it was because after everything, she had few connections left and so, those she had, she felt as if she truly needed to protect them. It made her curious, at least. She had been paired up with the female to work out where she would go in the pack - so, what kind of partner would she make for?

Still, she had put off finding that particular wolf for some time. In fact, she had almost been content to do nothing until everything around her had begun to change. Heyel's death, Daenery's challenge - it all added up. If she wanted to avoid more inconvenience then she'd have to do something. Still, she wanted to enjoy at least some warmth before winter well and truly came. Even if Rogue had the intention to begin actively pursuing rank immediately, Malina was going to spend her morning comfortable. The den was a stark contrast between their home in Glorall; it had been difficult to find a location where the wind did not reach, and the stones had made it much more difficult to find that sweet spot. In Glorall, it had always been easy to expand a den and yet, here, things were more restrictive. Warmer, though, as the sun heated the rocks and yet, much more challenging. For now, though, her location was supreme. The sun had just begun to inch into the den's maw and that was where she lay - just close enough to be warmed but far enough in to remain half-asleep. Perfect.

Before the call came. It was piercing and instantly awoke her - her eyes fluttered open, her white ear twisted back in order to catch the exact intention of the cry. It had to be her - Ailith. Nobody else had some kind of business with her, and anybody who would have, she would have recognized. It made her own job easier, though. And so, she rose and shook her fur free from dirt and stepped into the sun. It took her some minutes to find the stranger, a pale thing that sat idly by in sudden silence. Malina made no effort to conceal herself, her confidence having now returned to her in some regards. Instead, she eyed the female keenly, pausing several feet away with a slight tilt to her head. For now, she'd let this Ailith do her job and direct their conversation. After all, Malina had seldom been good at making good first impressions.