Truth be told, the dark girl was faring pretty well on her own, while waiting either for herself to turn four and become an adult, or for Daenerys to reclaim Spirane's throne. But just because she was waiting didn't mean she paused her training, no currently she'd call it independent studying; she was going to be fierce and feared under another name, a name that others will come to know her by instead of her given name. Her given name was for those who were her friends, family, and superiors; ones who wouldn't betray her when she became infamous.

It had taken time for the girl to get use to the sound the caves made but now her ears filtered it all out as background noise, only alert to noises they weren't familiar with; looking any sound that could indicate if another inhabitant of the caves closing in, or another wolf from outside entering the area. She remains alert to her surroundings because of two major reasons; the first being she doesn't like surprised, the second she is not only young but smaller than most of her age leaving herself open would be reckless. she was about to sink her teeth into her catch but then her black ears swiveled on top of her head faintly hearing something against the normal background of the tunnels. 'A voice?'

Curiosity drove her to stand on her cream paws, hesitating to think for a moment before scooping up her prey because leaving it could cause others to find where she was sleeping at night; and something told her she didn't want them to. then she dashed out of the side cave, moving quickly along the trail she just had followed, only slowing slightly at the more treacherous parts; it didn't take long for her pelt to start being dappled in cold light let in by lose ground above, at this point she decided to stash her kill in a crevice until she found out exactly what the stranger wanted. slowly approaching the entrance she was at only moments ago she lower her head hiding the white splotch on her chest walking slowly and quietly, little more than a shadow in the dark; and continue walking like this until she was a few feet in front of the stranger, but she remained standing ready to either run or fight depending on what the other decides to do. She didn't say anything, but her dual colored eyes swept over the woman in front of her who, from what she saw, was unadulterated white. The woman's eyes were a little darker than her right eye. Her ears were only partially trained on the white wolf in front of her ready to hear her out, but she extended her senses around them so if this was some sort of ambush she'd be tipped off before they could spring the trap. She had no intention of dying before her alias was spread and known by every wolf in Moladion, but patience was a virtue, her time will come; for now her she'd focus on surviving on her own.