Really, she had half the mind to not believe the call when she had initially heard it. It simply seemed absurd to her that Daenerys had managed to be defeated; she had, after all, ruled for such a long time, driven to chase away several would-be usurpers in the past. Pandora had not considered the option that one day she would be challenged by somebody who would be able to match her strength or, apparently, overwhelm it. She wondered, briefly, how her mother and father would take it. Niviaq had been able to give her answer soon enough, for Pandora had called her down to the riverside not so long ago in order to discuss... well, life in general she supposed. Her mother was intent on staying in the mountains, convinced that her age would not allow easy passage elsewhere. Pandora did not believe it or, rather, did not want to. With that decision in mind, she figured her father would stay too though she hadn't a clue about her younger siblings. It was all quite a messy affair, really. She didn't want a part of it.

Imagine, then, her surprise when yet another call had been issued from the slopes of the mountain. This one had not been of challenge or misery, however, but rather of invitation and summoning. Of course, that was not of interest to her (not entirely, at least) but rather, the exact timbre of the call was. She knew that call. She knew that exact tone. Everything about it, really. So, she summized with a brow raised, Tithe had decided to stay too. That made it easier for her to find him, at least.

Her mind had been made up long before her paws had the opportunity to follow suit. Up the mountain she marched, familiar with the paths and goat-trails of Spirane. She had been born there, after all. The mountains were practically part of her blood, as much as she had wandered elsewhere. It took her little time at all to discover the congregation; it seemed to grow steadily, several others joining those in the centre. Tithe and - what had her name been? - Taika, of course. It only made sense that they had been the one's to orchestrate it. For some moments, she had merely stoop a distance away by the rocks of the mountain, her eyes fixated on the group as she observed them all closely. Some danced and others merely sat about, seemingly content in watching those with more energy twirl about.

If she was honest, she had no idea how to approach the situation at all.

And so, she did what she knew how to do best. With agile, light steps, she moved to the sidelines too, though she stuck close to the unusual, twirling woman of grey. It gave her something else to focus on as she watched, her head and ears bobbing up and down as she followed the fluid movements. She was agile, this woman, and seemingly full of energy; Pandora had never seen a wolf move in such a manner. It both baffled her and intrigued her (and, thankfully, distracted her from staring at Tithe in utter bewilderment). For now, she had no reason to make her presence entirely known. She much preferred being able to closely observe the tactile capabilities of the others around her.