Her mother, she knew, had felt paralyzed. Nico hadn't been told outright, but these things she could sense from the ones she was closest to. She could smell it on her scent, hear it in her words, after her father's call from elsewhere in the mountains. The call signalling Daenerys' victorious trek up the mountains and the subsequent split of her family. The girl was young, too young to understand exactly why her father had absconded with her sister, too young to understand why her mother hadn't followed immediately. But Nico wanted to be a comfort, not an annoyance who asked too many questions, and so in the night when her mother shifted restlessly against the side of the den that had once been warm and full, she curled up close to the familiar russet form until the tremors ceased and her breathing became peaceful and slow.

But a different kind of call had drawn them out of Spirane, and there was a light in her mother's eyes that Nico hadn't seen since her father had left. The girl could understand the call, she could understand that it was for pups and their caretakers, a story. She could, therefore, infer that it was likely her mother thought that Roman might have brought Vesta to such an event. Nico was overjoyed with the prospect of seeing the other half of her family again and she bounced happily beside her mother as they walked, the trees growing sparse and the land growing flat. They must be nearing the plains.

She tried her best to match her mother's practiced stride, but her little puppy legs could only move so fast. With a light-hearted yip she darted forward, nipping at her mother's ankles, eliciting a quiet chuckle from the woman, who simply shook her head at the girl who seemed to never run out of energy. Eventually the pair came across the small gathering, and Nico's eyes scanned the few pups playing before her gaze fell upon her sister, at the feet of the storyteller. She bounded forward, clumsily bumping against her sister and nipping at her ears. "Vesta!" she squealed, before looking up at the large male. "I wanna hear your story, mister."

Meanwhile, her mother had retreated to the shadows where Roman lay, quiet whispers exchanged between them of what was to be done about the current state of things. Nico, however, was simply ecstatic to be with her sister again, and waited with eagerness in every fiber of her being to hear the story that this wolf would tell.