Namara was strong and she was loyal to Ash, and thus the Caverns pack. At least for now her loyalty lie with Ash, soon however she hoped to meet some of the members of this new pack. Namara could be glimpsed every now and them moving through the trees now, silently, and if one looked closely enough they would see it. The slightest abnormality in her gait caused by one crooked paw, from a fall that seemed to have happened lifetimes ago. Namara Laylani was so very far from the wolf whom had fallen from the trails on the mountain of dire. She had been reborn and forged in the fires of love and pain, loss and hurt, and hate.

Her eyes matched the tempered steel of her soul and her grey and brown hued fur Shown against the snow in such a way that even as stealthy as she was one could tell exactly who she was. But of course, if you didn't know her you could be startled, which is exactly what happened when Namara stumbled quite literally upon a wolf bent and searching for herbs beneath the snow, Simaea.

So Simaea's head was indeed buried beneath the snow when Namara came along and caught a paw upon her neck, forcibly removing her from her search. The dark healer tumbled a few times before getting up and backing quickly into a tree, her haunches set low and her head rolled back with her teeth bared. "W-W-Who are you?" She snarled the words shakily, staring blankly at a set of silver eyes which quite frankly scared the shit out of her. Simaea did not like the situation and hoped very dearly that some wolf would come along soon and help her, before she got hurt, or worse, killed. Simaea was not sure what would happen but she threw her head back and howled for someone, anyone.

Soon another she wolf came through the trees and spoke again to calm the now terrified she wolf. Namara opened her jaws once or twice as if she was trying to say something but couldn't get it out. So she clamped her jaws shut again for a few moments, something struck her as very odd about the she wolf, Inali had called "Simaea". Not in a bad way but in a curious one, why had she been so fearful and defensive so fast? Why was her head still set back so that her neck was obscured, and what in the world was up with her voice. It was as if someone had scorched her vocal chords. Namara just cocked her head to one side and waited on some kind of answer to come from the Healer.

Simaea listened to her pack mate, and latched onto the familiarity like a pup and scooted to Inali's side. Shuddering, she started to control her breathing. In... and out... in... and out. Eventually the young Healer relaxed enough to speak properly, she rose and extended her neck, revealing the scars that still stretched across it. "Sorry, you both scared me. My name is Simaea Nite, I am your healer. If Minka accepted you, then I will trust her judgement." Simaea's voice had grown strong now and she spoke with as if what she said was final. Which it was, Simaea would trust these two unless they gave her reason not to, as she had learned from Minka. Even if she herself had broken that trust.

Simaea had settled down now before suddenly turning to look at the herb she had found, crushed and already browning from the collision. "Well there goes that, lets hope no one steps on anything sharp, because we'll have a pack full of three pawed wolves." She said nearly inaudibly. Now her afternoon was ruined as for her herb gathering expedition, even though she had gotten to meet the new pack leader, now the girl was just plain pissed off at everything, if it wasn't one thing it always seemed to be another. It wasn't often that Simaea Nite actually became irritated, but it would seem Ash had found the one thing that could piss her off.