It was a cry which had stirred Journey from her lands and towards the other. A cry of utter anguish, of mourning, of death. A lump formed in the woman's throat, for just his cries alone were enough to stir compassion in the woman for said stranger. She follows the river which decend from the heights of her land, spilling out into the flatlands below.

After a time she would see the dark figure in the distance, both darkly colored and towering in the tundra made for an easy path into his direction. With still quite a space between them, Journey pauses to howl back, her song one of condolences and deep understanding. She herself had lost so many in such a short year of life.

He is beautiful... She murmurs, her eyes dancing over the deep and glossy feathers dancing in the winds. I am so very sorry..