Rogue's absence had long since been a troublesome thing but, in time, Malina had begun to accept it as simply the way things would be; she couldn't fault her, after all. Rogue had been a loner far longer than she had ever been a pack wolf and so, her instincts told her to do as she wished. Still, Malina desired her counsel at times and her company moreso. Things had shifted again in Moladion and though Malina grew older with each passing season, fast approaching the twilight of her years, she felt invigorate by the change around her. Iromar concerned her but Diveen intrigued her - Nevaeh had been Heyel's lastborn child, after all, and thus closer to the old man than perhaps any other.

Still, Malina had not strayed. She remained within Spirane, content in the presence of Sleekwing and Pariah and able to watch her children grow; she saw no need to venture to Diveen and, certainly, nobody had summoned her. Whatever assassins remained had moved on from the old ways she supposed and thus, she had taken it upon herself to find her own use elsewhere. Daenerys had always been kind to those who no longer bounced with the same youthful stride as, say, Taviora's leaders and she had always understood where to best seek perspective (if Malina did not say so herself!) - in any case, Malina was curious: just how much of a place could she find in Spirane?

But she knew Daenerys had sought her for some time. It was with great intent that she lay her trails and waited, content to rest idly below an outcrop; another storm was to come, Malina thought. But she remained in silence, eyes closed as she twisted her ears about, her nose sniffing from time to time as Daenerys' scent grew stronger. She had wondered who would get to her first - Pariah, Sleekwing or the Queen herself. The fact it was her made her lips turn up in a small grin. "Daenerys," she called back as she was addressed, only then opening her eyes and slipping forward so that the light might illuminate her within her makeshift home.

"Do join me under here if you'd prefer - it's quite a comfortable little lookout here." She scooted aside slightly, motioning with her muzzle but shrugging all the same - Daenerys could do as she pleased. Perhaps laziness and basking was just part of Heyel's way of doing things, after all.