The healer moved slowly towards the form, disheveled and tired her eyes weren't making out the awkward twist of the body nor the stillness of the fur. But Simaea did soon arrive and gaze into the eyes of Malia. Her eyes appeared made out of the ice that surrounded her hindquarters, at least the eye she still had, something had taken one. Simaea's breath hitched and she retched a few times before finally expelling what was left of the contents of her stomach. Suddenly as if in a frenzy the healer scraped at the ice with her claws trying to dig the princess out. But soon she smelled the sharp tang of her own blood and forced herself to quit.
Simaea couldn't stand the grizzly sight =, the ice around Malia was stained with blood and her face was a simple mask as if she hadn't even realized what was happening, but deep in that haunting orb Simaea could see the fear that gripped her in her final moments. "Oh dear princess, why did we have to lose you? Why couldn't you young ones just stay home with us until spring?" The dark Nite she wolf began to whine, she wanted to cry out her pain for the lost pup to the heavens but she knew better than to attract unwanted attention. Now she simply stared blankly at Malia's body, periodically whining again while the blood from her frayed and torn paws leaked slowly into the icy snow.