The world had changed drastically while she and the crystal ponies had been asleep under the spell Sombra cast, lost in whatever timeless aether that displaced them from reality. The land she now stood in, ruled by a vast and powerful nation of griffons, used to belong to pony lords ruling over the lesser races, the griffon clans reduced to petty kingdoms on the empire’s border that paid tribute. The dragons, while certainly not invading, no longer feared the pony dominions, and dogs, packs of them, walked free and uncontested by and large. Apparently some unwritten law let dogs be, so long as they stuck to the wilds and obeyed pony law when they entered settlements, very different from the way it was a thousand years ago. 