She had been sure that their Queen would return; how could she doubt her? She had always been strong and she had no doubt that her strength would continue to thrive, even against adversary. Still, the wait had been less than pleasant. She had been half tempted to find Daenerys and yet, she knew it'd be a bad idea to not only create a target out of herself but also to intrude on business that was not hers. So, she had merely waited within her den, as anxious as ever. With spring so far gone, her supplies were barely fresh and yet, there had to be enough to at least manage Daenerys until Niviaq could search the free lands. For now, she had to make do; poppy seeds clung to an old rabbit pelt, as did several gnawings of aloe leaf. It was just enough to manage some pain. In time, perhaps they'd do best to seek out something else. She just hoped Daenerys had fared well through the battle.

When her call echoed out, Niviaq had taken to its response as fast as possible. She had done her to best gather everything and began her ascent of the mountain; it was slow going, of course. By the time she had arrived, others had begun to cluster around their Queen, offering words of support and kindness. Unhindered, she pushed through, gently parting them so that she might make it towards Daenarys. Ceal's absence made it all the harder; if they had additional healers, they might have been able to do more. For now, she had to shoulder the burden alone. Yet, it would be worth it. It always was. That, she was assured of.

Of course Pan had made it before her, and she could not stifle a smile through her teeth as he offered up words of congratulations. She took those moments to get close to Daenerys, offering her a kindly wave of her tail as she situated herself nearby, sifting through her supplies for several moments. She took the time to observe their Queen, too. She had superficial wounds for the most part, mere grazes and slashes. They would require cleaning, yes, but little more. However, her neck needed tending to - cleaning to start with, but likely check ups until it began to stitch itself back together. It was a tender area and too much movement could break the scab. Most troubling, however, was her paw. Niviaq could see the slight swelling and the way Daenerys held it, and it made her bite down on her teeth with concern.

"I'm sorry, Daenerys but there will be no playing or firefly watching for some time," her voice was stern but still kind, a playful edge as she watched Haven disappear into the pack. For the most part, she was able to ignore the others - though never out of malice. Instead, she pushed the rabbit pelt towards Daenerys, motioning for her to take the poppy seeds that lined the fur. It was not the first time their Queen had been hurt, after all. It was simply business to do so.

"Once we are done here, we are going straight to your den, Queen Daenerys. This will help with pain but your paw... it needs tending to. Please, let us not loiter too long."

She spoke slightly hushed, not wanting to make Daenery's injuries all that known. Of course, the more visible one's were obvious enough but surely the younger wolves would underestimate them. They did not need to know the true violence for some time.

With that, however, she merely stood aside a little. Close enough for Daenerys to lean on if she needed to but far enough away to give her the space she required. After all, it was the perfect opportunity for Niviaq to truly examine her wounds so she could begin to make a course of action.