The hunt had gone awry, that much was known, and Daenerys had suffered a blow that Niviaq and even she knew would take some time to heal. She feared it was not the wound that might take the longest, however. Injuries during a hunt often left a deeper mark. Nonetheless, it had caught Niviaq off guard when the voice was not Nymeria's and although familiar to the old wolf, she had to be sure.

And so, she ambled towards the group with the slightest hint of a grin. Her son, of course, had already cast his flattery upon them all and now, Niviaq had arrived after her daughters had taken their place, always close. It lifted her heart to see them as such and she passed them a sheepish bow, an unspoken apology for her late arrival.

She moved alongside her children, positioned between her daughters and son with the urge to reach out and embrace them all and yet, she held back for now, passing each a longing gaze before settling back onto her haunches. She conciously slowed her breathing, ensuring not to give away her more ragged breath - never would she have thought she'd hide such a thing! Yet, Pan had done so. Pan had seemed strong until the very end and she intended to live up to that as well.