Mara moved quickly the closer to Glorall she got the more ferociously the wind gusted twisting in her pelt her head tilted down now walking straight into the force of the wind. Nervousness didn’t seem to be existent encouraged by her visit to Iromar. Mara Sov moved with pride. She had heard rumors of the sea pack. She had heard it was rather beautiful with sandy beaches. It seemed like a nice place to spend the day or even stay a spell but Mara wasn’t all that certain she would get a grand tour so she expected very little, perhaps, one day she would be able to see such a site for now she would be content enough to rest her limbs at the borders sliding down on her haunches before singing her melodious song calling out to the leader that was present in these lands.
A few moments passed and despite her paws being fairly tired she stood and examined her coat fixing any imperfections as she gazed into the trees. The wind while mostly being a nuisance carried all kinds of scents within the pack. She leaned into the breeze almost tasting the salt on it. She could smell other wolves if not faintly at least, Mara had begun to wonder if there would be enough room in Tavioria should a majority come but she couldn’t help but doubt that very many would be interested in the idea of a ball. Chewing over the idea she wondered if it was childish, too childish really but Lady Zelda seemed excited about it so it renewed her resolve perhaps she was overthinking such details so soon, she would have time to chew over the possibility after all the invitations were given.
Quietly while attempting to shake the rush of thoughts away she keep a curious eye out doing her best to make a good first impression wondering how they would receive her. A small part of Mara gnashed her teeth as her mind when to the infuriating introduction with the brute in the mountains. Her thoughts refused to still as she now was growing slightly impatiently for the leader to greet her. Soon she found herself pacing slightly, her paw dipping into the underbrush as she moved down a bit further on the border. A soft yelp of surprise followed by a grow as she tugged at her paw. She had stepped on a bramble. A few moments later she freed herself the sting left her to resist pressing it down entirely, making her way back to the place she called out to great care not to show any signs of discomfort or limping.