A crow, looking as if it's been half struck by the falling snow, bounces down from its branch to position itself between the blue wolf's shoulder. It caws out and she giggles, amused by the bird's energy before the newcomer's friendly voice eases the air between them.
"Nate," she repeats, before her own muzzle softens with a smile. "I'm Mithwyth!" Bowing her head, she affixes her eye on the white mottled companion. He looks at her with an inquisitive face, but it's not the same all-knowing gaze her father's messenger of Tengri once had. He looks. . . Well, like a crow.
"It's nice to meet you too! And you, Ko-Ga." They make a good pair, and it must be nice to have a friend who can fly where they can't. "If it helps, I'm new too." She hasn't been in this land for long, just enough to grow familiar with the mountain range and hills she has settled in. Not enough to know what had brought her here, though by the etia, she wishes she did.