For whatever reason, a female had come to Asteraia with the intention of taking power from the former ruling family. Pandora had awaited impatiently for the news, though the knowledge of what had transpired came to her long before the words. In fact, she expected many wolves of Asteraia had known about the verdict long before Rhae might have arrived. It was unfortunate, but Pandora had little intention on staying in the territory while the power dynamics shifted so much. If she stayed with Rhae and her companions, she would undoubtedly mark herself as a threat. She knew that would be folly, a foolish thing indeed, and so she had left long before the newcomer's scent had time to stain the borders. Perhaps, in time, she would seek out the other residents. For now, however, she would return to where she knew was safe.

Thankfully, her growth over the last year had rendered the journey much quicker and much smoother than her previous one. Still, she took her time, roaming through the free lands and taking it upon herself to experiment with a new hunting technique or two. She had been able to catch one of the last departing ducks by springing upon them in surprise, forcing them to turn sharply in the air. Their turn had taken away their speed and thus, she had found herself a rather delicious meal. With that, she had entered into Spirane with a full stomach and weary limbs, plodding her way across the borders and into the mountains. Sure, she should have considered calling for their Queen and yet, by that point, she merely wished to see her parents or brothers. She was tired but glad to be home, so why would Daenerys feel any different?

She had been headed directly for her mother's den when her father's scent drifted across the flatter landscape of Spirane. She hesitated only for a moment before she shrugged in defeat and began to trek after them, quickly finding the familiar form of her father not too far in the distance. For what it was worth, she was a spitting image of him almost. Her eyes glistened with the same blackness but her fur set them apart, the golden of it peppered through with silver and white. However, they were perhaps more alike than just that, for she could not help but grow instinctively curious about his actions.

As she grew closer, she quickened her pace, loping towards him before pausing at the base of his rock construction. She stared up at it for several moments, her head tilted slightly before her eyes finally roamed to his. Her brows furrowed, a curious grin playing at the corner of her lips. There needn't be any introductions or greetings, she supposed. It had only been a year, after all. It was hardly any time at all when one considered the duration of one's own life span.

"Are you planning on some kind of experimentation?" She inquired, poking at one of the rocks with her nose, checking it over once for any peculiar scents. None could be found and so, she went back to pondering the structure quietly.