Despite the North's frozen winds, the companions find the rhythmic beat of dragon wings soothing enough that they are able to find some rest during the flight.
They are too high in the night sky to see the Kuldahar Pass as they fly over it, or surely Alalla and Ug would be reminded of the doomed Easthaven expedition... Hrothgar, Accalia, and the rest of the brave men and women who first responded to Halla's call for aid on the behalf of Kuldahar. And perhaps they would have remembered Jhonen, the wayward fisherman who only wanted to help his friends on their quest.
They feel the Great Oak's warm breeze before they see it - a comforting, life-kindling breath. Aerihykloarara lands near the standing stones in front of Arundel's cottage. While the companions climb down, the dragon hums contentedly and rests her scaled face on one of the massive roots. "We silvers prefer the cold, usually. But this Tree... I think I'll rest here for a minute or two..."