Yes, she had been away and yet, she had quite the good reason to be. After all, her father had passed, her mother now haunted by dreams of shores that no longer existed and names Pandora knew but did not wish to know so well. Panik, too, had come back and Pandora had not any ideas on how to approach her younger siblings. Galileo had departed with his mate, or so Pandora had heard from Asteraia's wind, and in his wake and in Pan's departure, a fracture had seemingly opened. Now, Pandora had been told by her mother that fractures healed and yet, she knew just as well that they could fester and kill. That is where she had been: within that fracture. Between Panik, Sila's and Baird's visits, Pandora had snuck to the borders of Spirane to meet with her mother, learning what she could and doing all that she could in return. Thyme had wanted to go but...she could not do that. She could not allow them to see their grandmother in such a state - at the request of Niviaq all the same. Though a graceful thing, her mother had never liked being seen as weak.

Now she was assured that her mother had begun to improve, or at least, she had bettered her acting abilities to a point where Pandora felt compelled to play along. Of course, she had slipped some careful words to her younger sister before she departed once more to Taviora, a little guilty over her silence. Tithe pulled at her soul from time to time but she had forced herself to put it aside until she knew her own soul was decent enough to be loved again. Pan's leaving had...hurt. She had not expected it and yet, as she watched the stones cover their family den, she had remembered so much from her childhood. Even in the midst of the pines, she could have sworn she could smell the warm rocks of Spirane on the summer's day her father had taken her out. Tithe knew that pain too, Pandora knew, and so she had locked it up inside herself.

Now though, one might call her almost a little arrogant as she trotted through the forest, her black eyes keenly on the hunt for another poor soul. The leaves had begun to change, her fur now almost seamless among the gold and vibrant hues of the forest - she felt illuminated! - and the sun rose high in the cloudless sky. Birds sung and the trees swayed and yet, her ears remained pointed, her eyes darting until they fixated on the form of another ahead of her on the path. "You there!" She called out before she cleared her throat, attempting to make her voice less...commanding before she quickened her pace to meet them at their flank. "My mate and children have taken up residency here and I wish to follow them in doing so. So, how does one go about...formalizing this?" Her brow furrowed, well and truly baffled by such a concept and then, she waited as patiently as ever, her brows rising with every passing second.