Things had been busy with the influx of youths to keep an eye on. Aleister had made it clear that they were to keep a close watch on Viorel's children to ensure none of them hurt themselves in the harsh mountain terrain, and Nash was doing his best to do just that. He didn't want them to injure themselves either. As such, he was constantly on the watch for any signs of warming-weather danger; there'd already been an avalanche in the pass; he wanted to make sure none were bound for their dens.

He was checking in on the state of the pass itself when he heard a familiar voice. His ears pricked up; what was Woya doing up here? Hadn't she just gone back home? He began carefully but quickly making his way down the treacherous masses of snow that used to be the cleared pass until he saw Woya - with another woman and several pups in tow. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon," he said, smiling as he approached. "Welcome back. And welcome, to the rest of you. I'm Nash." he peered at Woya. "Is everything okay at the Chasm?"

The pass was, once again, a tumbled mass of snow and debris brought down the mountainside. At least all this snow meant they would have plenty of water to attract prey and grow foliage this summer. It was the only good thing about snow, in Nash's humble opinion. Clearly the pups shared this thought - at least at the moment, as they complained about the difficulty. He offered them a sympathetic smile. "Getting down is easier; gravity helps," he joked. "You're almost to the top; this avalanche just makes things a little more difficult."

The pale young lady returned his introduction with her own, naming off the entirety of the group except Woya, to which the guardian had to suppress a small smile. Children.

Oksana was right behind him, and at Woya's question he glanced at the crow. "I haven't looked around this one yet; have you?" He would of course be happy to help carve an easier path for their guests, as they'd been traveling and he was relatively fresh.