She hadn't expected the bird to land and yet, when he did, she found herself grateful for his company. With a slight heave to her chest, she took his preening to mean she had come far enough and so, she settled into place and caught her breath all while watching the way his feathers caught the light and shadow.
His greeting was met with a kind smile as her eyes slowly drifted from Kulcha to the silver of Moonfeather - that, however, caught Niviaq off guard. She practically gasped when Moonfeather stepped into view. How long had it been since she had seen her? Suddenly, the image of Moonfeather in her long-legged youth had been replaced by a woman just as beautiful as Moonglow had been. Moonfeather's excitement was met with Niviaq's own, though a much more subdued version of.

"Thank the heavens for Kulcha - I thought for a moment that the ghost of your grandmother had come to visit me!" She chuckled with a shake of her head before she rose to meet Moonfeather with her muzzle, reaching out to place it on her shoulder in a kind of hug. Well, she attempted at least - once it might have been an easy feat but now it felt as if Moonfeather towered over her.

When she pulled away, she hesitated but for a moment, aware that it might be one of the last times she could hope to be so close to the woman. Still, she did not wish to burden Moonfeather with such fears so soon after arriving - Niviaq was too happy, after all, to permit such thoughts to linger for long. Instead, she sat back with a wide grin and a hefty sigh of joy - "Now don't leave an old woman waiting - I'm sure you have plenty of stories to be telling me! Did you find what you were looking for?" Call her perhaps a little selfish but for now, Niviaq wished to live through the exciting times of Moonfeather's life. It'd give her something sweet to dream of, she thought.