Mara Sov kept herself reserved as she followed her sister to the party as they called it never truly understood the point but she enjoyed her sister's company even if she waited behind always making notice of her father's distant presence watching over them and mother and their mother watching them. She kept her head held high trying to be the graceful and elegant daughter of a goddess. The cinnamon mark of demons and angles, the gold of the sun, and the black of the night, she too was noble. She knew this from her youth and would carry herself as such well to the best extent a pup could. She would be cunning, ruthless, and she would be worthy of her nobility.

Her mind was expansive for one so young learning swiftly and keeping most of her knowledge hidden, she would doubt be as large as her sister she was too small now. She noticed it and cursed it. Still, she had a game to play she had to pull herself from her growing thoughts and watchful gaze even if she thought too cleverly for one so young she didn’t have all the experience she needed but she was determined to gain it. She observed the other children she thought herself different yet smiling a little whenever her solar gaze became fixated on her sister's distinguishable figure just off in the distance. She had decided to finally make presence known.

Slowly she made her way through the terrain, larger paws making her attempt at being regal very difficult as the stalks of shorter grass were crushed beneath her steps. As eager as she was to get to her sister she wouldn’t run. She had no intention to trip, fall, or even stagger making the effort more strenuous and slow but well worth it at her successful arrival. A look of disappointment crossed her face as she eyed her sister she was aware she was born late spring but she wondered about some of the others. Like a hidden determination, she lifted her crown trying to seem bold as and playful as the others even if she wasn’t sure what to do herself.

Taking a look at the shiny stones she eyed them carefully trying to remove any dust before taking it lightly in her jaws over her pin-like teeth before approaching her sister and the girl and new male she waited in silence keeping a small space for her sister and the others to tussle before lightly placing the stone against her paws. A soft growl rumbling. She knew her sister was strong but she didn’t trust the strangers she wouldn't allow her sister to get hurt and she sat broodingly with a deep glare and cautious gaze.

She was uncertain to test the language her parents had been teaching so watched silently before moving to Warpaint’s flank, a soft growl and a sly grin graced her muzzle as wondering if she called her sister's attention affirming her that perhaps they were some of the youngest but she would gladly join a scuffle should she start one. Grasping her stone Eris loped off a short distance and gazing at the others always keeping an eye on her sister. She knew little else to do other than sit and wait. These parties clearly not much of her thing unsure of what to do next other than be their for her own blood.