She follows at a distance though, unsure as to how to approach - awkward, almost - and yet she is confident things will go well. There is simply a...strangeness within the concept of visiting a pack without the backing of another. Yet, perhaps that speaks volumes of Daenerys. Elara knows little of politics perhaps and yet she senses a strength in Daenerys' resolve if she has it within herself to trust strangers in her land - trust in them or her own daughter, Nymeria, in any case. It offers some confidence to Elara but it seldom feels as if she has enough.

It is only when Amber calls for the others that she pauses for a moment upon the borders before taking a deep breath and crossing over. Then, as she lopes up the slopes, she lifts her own muzzle to the sky to call out in response, a timid song of greeting and a gentle question of please, will you join us? By then, she is close enough to see the pale form of Amber as she takes rest, a strange male approaching and yet, Elara is not suspicious now. Instead, she offers the kindly boy her own small grin as she approaches, flanking the gyspsy woman before coming to sit.