At times, it often seemed like the world was in turmoil. Yet, had it not always been as such? Perhaps peace rented a space in Moladion from time to time but for the most part, there was always fire brewing somewhere. However, Niviaq had grown hopeful that the fires would not spread once again - they needed peace. Perhaps others did not see it so clearly but she did; she saw youth in turmoil, unable to proceed in fear of failing, and the elderly too afraid to leave their comfort lest they lose it from beneath their paws. She saw it all and yet, she saw potential too. Daenerys had been stable, a kind leader, a strong wolf who could both lead and follow the advice of others - maybe they did not see it but Niviaq did. Perhaps her old age had projected the kindly face of Alcide onto his own daughter, and perhaps her nostalgia had further imprinted the name of Soldat into her essence.

It is why she did her best to offer the woman a kindly grin as the sadness washed over her face - as brief as it might have been, Niviaq sought to show her that she was not alone. Of any wolf, Niviaq felt she could relate: she had lost her family, her home, her future in not the flames of desire but the flames of disaster. She knew how deep and how persistent such wounds could be but she also knew just how well one could heal.

But then Daenerys had spoken again and Niviaq instinctively turned away, flustered momentarily by such kind words; she laughed softly, her head turning back to face Daenerys with a grin that seemed to glow from within. "And you, the strongest of hearts, Daenerys." She bowed her head then, a peaceful offering and acceptance of her compliment - they were two sides of the same coin, and Niviaq could not help but sigh to herself at the fleeting desire to be young once more so that she might serve Daenerys better. Yet, fleeting it was, like a breath in the breeze. She had done what she could and now, she deserved her elderly years. Besides - and she thought so with a small grin to herself as she turned an ear to Daenerys - it no longer seemed like all that many truly needed her help.

"You? Foolhardy? My dear, I can hardly imagine you losing your temper let alone rushing into things without a thought!" She laughed suddenly, a windchime of a sound as she flopped into a more comfortable position. "Though, I'm sure you think the same of an old lady like myself but I assure you, I was not so happy lazing about in my youth."

She grinned, a devious thing as she tried to puff herself up, her hackles barely arching before she gave up with a lazy flop of her paw. "I might not look like a warrior but I almost went head to head with that wolf Tobias once, did you know?" Though her voice was full of jest and joy, she remembered those days perhaps too well: Juno, Jaylah, the paths that lead to Paracon, bloodied and wet. Yet, she only wanted to enjoy her time with Daenerys now rather than brood on past misdemeanors and of all the wolves she knew, she felt the Spirane queen would be the one to appreciate these tales the best. She had a sensitivity, after all, a kindness given to her by not only her mother but her life too.