Though Samus had heard much about Sila's mother Niviaq, the masked woman could not conjure up a time where they had spoken, meeting perhaps only in passing. She was unaware that she could potentially be memorable, however. She sat amongst the trees in the firefly forest, mulling over what had happened between her and Sila at the ball. What it could mean, and most certainly, what might happen next. She had ranged far from Spirane for her catches, several voles and a pheasant lay at her paws as she stretched out upon the snow. She was not a hunter as her mother had been, but the skill had not been lost on her. Aside from the catch that she would eat herself, the rest were gifts for whoever might need them as Spirane's prey suffered in the wintertime.

Her ears flicked at the slow but steady crunch of pawsteps upon the snow, and she turned her head to see the woman she recognized only vaguely but had heard so much about. For a moment she was embarrassed-- after all, they had spent a night speaking of her own mortality, but the emotion was only fleeting. Samus assumed that the determined woman already knew. "Ah, never thought of it as bein' so unique, but I suppose it is after all." She chuckled, rising to her paws, letting the soft dusting of snow cascade off of her brown underbelly. "Yer memory's better than mine, I'm ashamed to admit." Her toothy grin grew a bit sheepish, and she dipped her head.

Samus motioned towards the prey on the ground as the woman moved to sit. "Since Spirane's a bit hurtin' fer prey this winter, I went out myself and caught a few things ta help out the hunters a bit, if you'd like." She supposed it was only polite to offer, and aside from that, they were meant for the good of the pack. With a pang in her heart, she recognized that it was unlikely Niviaq could make the trek outside of Spirane and still be able to hunt something, even small and slow. It was terrible to assume such things, and she hoped that her offer was inoffensive. She would have said the same to anyone else, for what it was worth.

Niviaq spoke again, then, this time of Sila. The masked woman could not stop the familiar flush of her cheeks at the jesting statement. Samus gave a bashful laugh. "Ah, well... perhaps ah'm jus' unforgettable, as ya said." She was uncertain as to whether or not she should speak of why she was unforgettable, as the nature of such a relationship was by definition abnormal. Samus had never felt as though she was odd or broken for loving in such a way, but she couldn't predict the reactions of others. Something, however, told her that perhaps Niviaq already knew. "Ya raised a lovely daughter, miss Niviaq." Her voice was soft, her words more revealing than they let on. Seeking her blessing, perhaps, or simply probing to see if the older woman would say aloud what she could not.