Even with eyes of black, Yojimbo can see the sparks flying in those balls of glossy darkness. He remembers their previous conversations, and how much the other male before him thought, pondered, and tore apart the world around him with his mind. Yojimbo's words did not...come across well before, and their styles were certainly quite different. This was fine with the black and chocolate male as his light blue eyes look upon Pan, still relieved to come across a friendly face, even if it was a rather inquisitive one.

It was welcoming to hear what has been going on since he left- and apparently it was a lot. Before he left, things had been relatively stable for many moons. Now, the dark male listens with paws balanced to give relief to his pain. To hear Isola stepped down brought a bit of ache to his heart. He had been there from the moment she stepped foot upon Diveen. He remembers that very day, and the very day he told her he would advise her in her leadership. To hear it passed to her son, and now to elsewhere was a bit bitter sweet. He knew all things had to change. He was glad that his daughter had a chance to be Queen to some extent, and yet he knew that it would have brought her anxiety. His mind cannot help but wander to his other daughters in Iromar- the ones he worried about most. They did not have the support of Diveen and Angel pack. He hoped Iromar treated them well. As for Spirane itself, Yojimbo was informed that it was indeed no longer ruled by the previous Queen, instead one named Roman. Yes, things do change, and he hoped that this Roman continued good relations with the Angels that treated him so well for so many years.

"Thank you, the update, is much needed. I will not...impede too much, if you are sure, it would be no issue," he says as his eyes glance down to his paw momentarily. Had he really landed so awkwardly? Would the same trip had resulted in this if he were 10 years younger? Was it age and bone growing brittle that caused this very pain? These are questions he could never be sure of without the guidance of the stars above.

Pan brought him welcome into the back, and the dark male with silver underlined eyes nodded in appreciation as he began to walk forward. His movements were hesitant and slow as he avoided pressure upon his bad paw. He enjoyed the smell of Spirane and how the different flora brought a familiar sensation of home to his nostrils. The homeland was so different than Moladion, and he was glad to be back here, even if it is not Diveen. Pan continues to speak now, giving updates on all the packs and politics. The name of Aithne brings a perking of his ears, feeling good to know that she still ruled over Iromar- as she accepted his daughters there. The new of Asteraia was rather interesting though. He knew of Tobias, and it appears the cannibal wolf found a place to rule and call home. He wondered if this was a concerning thing- or if he now left wolves alone that stayed clear of his home area with the unknown female.

"Tobias...rules? His attacks, have they decreased"" he said, wincing slightly due to the pain as he mistakenly put pressure upon it. He hoped that the spare dens were at the base of the mountain and that he would not have to climb- as he simply would not be able to.

"Much has changed, Pan, in so few moons," he commented, wondering what else may have happened in his absence from Moladion. "No more fallen stars- this, is good," he said with a weak smile. It was always a concern that the sky would turn upon him and Moladion once more, and he always feared...being away, and not being able to save them again if it was needed. It appears, that he did not need to worry this whole time.