Najya had returned late the previous night after returning from her patrol. It had been a long trip, and she had been exhausted from the venture, so she had stuck close to her makeshift garden nestled among the rocks, content not to do much of anything while her wary muscles recovered from her journey.  She had been pleased that it had been an uneventful patrol. It was certainly welcome after the eventful season they’d had.

Wolf! Looking for you? A’mal noted, from above, directing her bond mate’s attention toward the wolf that she recognized as one of Tae’s.  Najya wasn’t sure which of the wolves it was, but was willing to comply with directions all the same - sending A’mal ahead as she followed in the wolf’s pawprints before realizing that they were headed more or less in the direction of the bridge.

Najya increased her step, her curiosity piqued, and tried to make out the shapes on the other side of the sea.  It was impossible from this distance, but that didn’t stop her from trying.  A’mal, however, had already made it across the sea - the benefits of being blessed from wings - and circled the gathering from above.  Two with antlers, two from home, she reported, dutifully, as Najya finally reached the pillar which would activate the bridge of flames.

She turned to the wolf who had lead her here and dipped her head in thanks to the creature before activating the bridge in a flourish of flames, and before long she was streaking over the sea on familiar wings of fire.  She landed with a hop and a step and the wings disappeared as her hooves found purchase on familiar sands once more.  She immediately turned to see who, exactly, had come and why she had been called.  There was Tae, of course, another from the Throat she recognized from meetings, Nephele was here too - looking as if she had just arrived, and two antlered unicorns.  She thought the stallion looked familiar - like perhaps they had met before a long time ago - but she couldn’t conjure a name to go with the face.  

She dipped her head in greeting. “Hello. I’m Najya. Did someone need me? Or perhaps just a lift?” She asked, looking from the strangers, to Tae who she assumed had called her, and back again.