She trotted next to the older girl, her ears perked excitedly. Nico hadn't been offended at Nymeria's invitation to come to Spirane, the girl had been kind and friendly and had made it clear that there was no hostility in the request. Aside from that, she was secretly excited to visit to the mountains, her mind abuzz with the possibilities of exploration and exhilaration. The yearling had been exploring quite a bit lately--Morrigan had become something of an absent parent in the recent months, and Nico found herself straying further and further away. It was clear that something about her made her mother upset, perhaps the look in her eyes or her stockier build, perhaps the way she spoke or the jokes that she used. Nico was too much like her father.

The girl hardly thought about these things, though. There was too much good in the world to focus on the bad, too much fun to be had to wallow in sadness. Nico looked over at the grey-pelted girl, and wondered if she had any animosity in her heart for her father. She had been told that it was simply the way of the world, that packs were won and lost through the spilling of blood. But she did not like to think about it. Her father, so gentle and sweet and kind to their family, had become a separate man in her head than the one who had fought to control Spirane. She could not connect the two and she did not wish to try.

Her stark white gaze lit up as the scent of the mountain pack's borders wafted towards them. Nico bounded forwards, her paws, still too large for her, pounded against the ground. "Hey! We made it!" She laughed, stopping short at the border itself and waiting for her new friend to catch up. Roman's scent had long since faded, replaced with the strong and powerful scent of a Queen who had ruled for a long time, and would rule for a long time to come. She had a strange thought that Daenerys' scent was the only one that fit here properly.

Head turned slightly, her gaze turned slightly serious for a moment, but soft in a way that was uniquely hers. "Queen Daenerys is your mom, right?" Nico paused, her white gaze drifting across the mountain peaks before finally resting on Nymeria. "Roman's my dad, but I think you knew that already. I don't think he should have fought Daenerys, I don't like fighting. My mom says he wasn't leader for very long..." She shifted slightly, uncomfortable. "She also says that I'm a lot like him, sometimes. You... didn't bring me here to punish me for that, right? I just, I dunno. You've been really nice to me, but shouldn't you hate me because of what my dad did?"