Encased in the scents and sights of Spirane, her heart was free for once, soaring high above the tallest trees. She closed her eyes as she soaked in the familiar scents. The earthy trees, crisp mountain air. It was as if it was working on slowly mending the little pieces that were missing within her heart. It felt so good to be back within the borders of where she was born. She had this hope that stayed buried deep within her heart, a hope that she’d be able to find a place to belong here. A part of her told her to follow in her mother’s footsteps, to go forth and be a part of the caretakers of the pack. To teach the younger pups the rights and wrongs, taking care of those who were weak, and just being the overall caretaker. So to speak.

She had the heart, she knew that. But could she live up to her mother’s name? She didn’t know. She never really saw her mother in the peak of her time, ever since she had been born Anemone had gone downhill fast, until she took off and they followed her, and now Jubilee wondered if maybe it was a bad idea to come back here. She didn’t know what to do now. Panic rushed through her veins as she stood at the edge. She didn’t know if they had left on bad terms from Spirane, and she didn’t know if she would be welcomed back after her mother’s disappearance. Her heart ached with the unknown, her bright pink eyes darting to and fro, panic settling in for real.

Her ears twitched, picking up a distant sound that snapped her out of her daydreaming. She wondered to herself if the sound was heading her way or if she was just hearing things. Pink eyes shut, squeezing tightly as she tried to control her breathing. She was a bit scared, yes. But she was only two, and she was trying to find her way to get a spot back in the pack she had been born into, so yes, she was scared. She didn’t know if she’d be welcomed, or shunned, attacked, anything. It was such a gamble that her tail twitched, slightly as she waited.

A scent floated across the air towards her, light, delicate. It hit automatically, Daenerys. Pale ears perked up, pink eyes wide and alert as she looked out, searching for the greyed figure of the queen. She saw her then, and her shoulders dipped, her head lowering as she fell into a slow dip, a submissive stance she had learned when they searched for her mother. One to show she was here on good terms, and meant no wrong. When the words reached her pale ears, a smile slipped across her face. “Yes, Queen Daenerys. It’s good to be here.” She paused. Unsure what to say now, whether she should ask to stay, or if she should just wait for the queen to speak..So, she waited.