In any case, she had made her days easy. She would wake and roam the lowlands, sniffing out roots where she could and basking in whatever sun she could; the cold ached in her joints but the sun seemed to thaw her out. At times, she'd roll onto her back and watch the steam leave her breath like smoke - like the meteor, she thought at times. Sometimes the sun would hit it just right as it set and light up her breath with streaks of gold and fire. It had become an easy life though she was plagued with thoughts of the future from time to time - she worried, of course, but she had faith that her children had learned what they could to aid others in leading good lives. She had simply wished that she'd be able to see the end of conflict but alas, it had been reborn again.

But there was something else she had noticed during her time in the lowlands; her son, of course. Baird had done well for himself, unafraid to take rank where he sought it and to still find fun where he could. He had made her proud and she knew Pan would think much the same but...he had been up to something. A mother always knows, after all, and she knew he had spent an unusual amount of time alone with one of the women of Spirane. She was a pretty thing, sweet and kind in her mannerisms, and yet an oddity. It made Niviaq curious, suspicious even when she had noticed the very same woman moving around the mountainside with a peculiar case of winter widening.