The woman of black was not as surprised to see the woman standing before her. It was a pleasant thing, to see her again, but she hoped to see a face she had seen many moons ago here again. Her travels took her far and wide, but in the end her curiosity floated her back to the place where she was born.

Her own dark tail gives a wave, water dripping from it in every direction. Their muzzles touch gently in greeting, and she sniffs the woman of the mountain. She confirms that she is the leader of the mountain, and the woman now feels the weight of time upon her dark shoulders. She was but still young when she left and explored. Now, she was aged with time, and things were oh so different. Dany now leads, but she was not surprised by this. She pulls back, dipping her muzzle in acknowledgement.

She then mentions the struggle, and her golden eyes drift to that of the mountain itself. She knew that such a thing would be a struggle, and at times wondered how anyone would tolerate such a position. She gazes over the mountain for a moment, before turning back to Dany.

"With struggle, comes strength. With sloth, comes death," she says simply, her own way of conveying that struggle only leads her to be stronger. She looks down at the grass, blinking as she considered her own travels. The most recent place she visited was very different from here.

"Seasons turn, at rate most odd. The sun rise and sets, most flawed. Winter's touched remained many moons, from sun's rage it seemed immune. Snow most cold, ice most bold, larger, than any seen here," she explains, her golden eyes seeming to fade away into an image in her own mind. She remembers vividly the land of the tundra, where ice was in the ocean at all times. It was harsh and cold, but enough was there to survive off of.

"Tundra, they called it," she mentions, looking back to Dany with a liveliness returning to her eyes. There was a hope starting to bud in them as her dark ears flickered.

"The sun treats you most well? What of my mother, and what of my brother?" she asks, knowing that she knew of both. She hoped they remained on the mountain, and perhaps she could see them, and they could all gather and feast once more like they were pups again. Her black lips crack in a smile, eagerly awaiting her answer.