There really could be no question about her happiness in seeing her father again. After all, he had always been a mentor of sorts, or at least a tangible goal: she wanted to please him, to make him proud. For whatever reason, Galileo had been unable to do so and whereas she could sympathize with her brother to an extent, she took his inability to mean that it was her duty to do so. It was an infallibly silent duty, however. She needed not make it obvious or express the sentiment. After all, that would be folly. What benefit would such a thing bring? Instead, it worked as a personal motivator. That's all it needed to be for the time being. Still, she was glad to see him and even gladder to see him glad.

She knows that eventually she will need to conform to the average pack life, or at least settle into some kind of rigid, appointed position on the hierarchy - but for now, she is content to forego those responsibilities and focus on what she sees as the more important task: education and experiencing. After all, how was she to be of any practical use without a varied set of skills? To settle into one role so early... it was foolish, and restrictive. Two things she wished to never be. In fact, she had been planning to discuss such a thing with her mother the moment she arrived back at the den. Pandora wanted to remind her mother that she could partake in many other activities besides those that required the more sensitive art of healing: she could still hunt and, in order to be safe, learn to fight. It all had to be done, right? She was sure her mother would understand. Her father would, so why not Niviaq? She smiled to herself at the prospect as she pulled away from the rocks, swinging her attention towards her father as he spoke. She nodded instantly. Why would he even ask? Of course she wanted to see it.

She steps back as he steps forward, watching him with narrow, suspicious eyes as he begins to move the rocks, watching them sit idly by his paws for several moments before he continued. Her eyes moved to his, and she grinned at the perspective challenge put forth. Without a word, she steps forward then to truly investigate them. Slowly, she moved her gaze over them, registering each plane of their shape. It is several moments before she steps back, standing aside so that her father might be able to push the rocks down the very mountain itself. It is then that she speaks, her voice tentative at first before growing in conviction.

"It is hard to say entirely. However, the square is most likely the lesser option. After all, those boulders in the upper regions of the mountains are of a similar shape and seldom do they move." She nodded to herself in reassurance before taking another moment of silence, watching down at the rocks once more with an interlude of hmm. "As for the other two, the oval one may bounce. If it does so, it may very well pick up speed faster than the round one."

She hesitated for a moment but finally, stepped down the mountain side several paces. She lowered her head to the ground then, crouching low so that she might rest her very cheek on the dirt. She looked up the slope before alternating, looking down the slope. While doing so, she posed a rather fascinating (at least, to her) question to her father, assured it may have some weighing in this little experiment.

"Have you checked the surface? It would be unreliable to risk either of the rocks travelling down a surface vastly different to the others. It would affect the outcome, I do think."