She had not traveled with any family this day, but the journey itself had been relatively easy without them. Not that Camilla had thought it would be hard- quite the contrary. Young yet but the for now still small child was capable and more than sure of herself. From a young age she was meant to be fully self sufficient- the first born daughter of the bloody baron meant many things. Such as the silenced that cloaked her entire being. Dark as night and shadowed as she was, her presence simply enforced that fact as did the aura that she carried. It was a natural thing that came to her, the ease in which she slipped into it, and with it slipped between the shadowed towers of the forest. It had taken her all but sticking to the Nothern hills and moving West, the land gradually growing flatter and more and more trees springing up. Not much laid between the packs of Asteraia and Taviora, and as the den lay on the outer rims of the plains pack itself, the forest was truly not all that far.

The legs that would one day be long and lean, coated with muscle while giving her ample height, are for now short and stocky with their chubbiness, but she moves well and in grace for one so young. Away from the eyes of others does she keep, her own bright green eyes peering at them from the shadows of her travels. Her destination is of a rumor she had heard in Asteraia by the leader- Rhae, had spoken of other young wolves gathering in Taviora. It did not take a genius to figure out where the other pack lie, and it did not take Camilla long to track them down in the territory, either. Their individual scents did not all hold the forest pack, and some didn't hold any pack at all, almost like her own but even further. In the freelands they must live, and green eyes pay particular attention to the red head and what appears to be his white and red brother. For the silent wraith can see them now, all of them- the two sibling pairs, the ones from no where and the ones from the neighbor pack of Diveen.

The City of Angels, some call it, but the brother and sibling pair do not look like the angels Uncle Seamus has spoken of. At last does the young dark wolf turn attention to the only adult present, young thing that she is, and she does not but watch and stare for there are no words to give. No wag of a tail to offer. Nothing but silence and her observant and calculating gaze, while she certainly does not take it upon herself to sit. Relaxation and comfort meant death in the easiest fashion, and Camilla had no intention of falling into such a situation. Ever. It does not matter that those surrounding her are mere children- they are wolves, and she knows first hand what wolves are capable of. Perhaps the others will learn that this day, or any other day on their own. It was honestly no concern of her own.