There was a light snow fall after the sun was gone. Ninn, though nestled near to Theon and within her own blankets, to keep warm, found herself unable to sleep. So she didn't bother to close her eyes. Rather, she looked towards the inner branch wall of the spruce tree, breathing slowly, and listening.
Then she heard something, though at first she was unsure if she heard anything at all. But then she heard it again and tensed. Turning to Theon, he still appeared asleep, so slowly, cautiously, she stood up, or as tall as she could stand, and made her way to where the tree branches were the thinnest. It was nearly impossible to see outside, but when she looked-
she could see a swarm of orange colors, rustling around like bees. But they were no insects, and as she dared to creep out further from the spruce, she noticed the moving lights were all congregating towards the cave along that cliffside wall.
But before she could investigate, she turned to notice the white wolf standing there. And it said not a word, but turned and left, leaving Ninn to wonder what it's purpose was here. Even stll, she moved closer towards the canyon, getting down on all fours at it's edge and peering out over the side. Even though it was dark, the glowing fire in the throats of the beasts across from her were distinguishable. And there were so many of them...
Ninn realized she must have stumbled upon their hive. For there were hundreds of these beasts, or so it seemed, and for all she knew, that deep within that cave, there could be thousands more.