It appears Mara went without her, out into the world, and this made the girl quite uncomfortable. Warpaint could not control her desire to follow Mara’s trail once she found it. It was the outside world out there, and Warpaint needed to make sure Mara would be okay. She didn’t want anything happening to her sister, and her mind did not really understand or consider that Mara may want to be alone. Warpaint was never bothered by the presence of others. She was completely indifferent, yet her desire to ensure Mara was all good was strong right now, mainly with her leaving the safety of the packland.

She really was just planning on hanging back and watching Mara from afar just to ensure no one bothered her, but as she continued to follow the trail, her eyes came upon...well, a whole crowd of young wolves gathering. She was quite far at this point, but she stopped in her tracks and watched for a moment. She was indeed quite late to this gathering, but it did not bother her one bit.

In fact, the large girl of black, red, gold, and white began marching right up to them now without a single touch of hesitation. Her head was tall, but not in a cocky way, and her chest was out and confident. It was her natural stance, and her sunset eyes crossed over all of them. Mara seemed okay to be honest, and although Warpaint is protective of her sister, she found herself looking to Tikal who seemed more out of place and uncomfortable. It was her instinct to go to her with a large, warm grin. She seemed not to care a bit that most of these wolves were older than her. She was still a rather large pup for her age, a sign of her future growth to come.

”Greetings, I am Warpaint,” she says, her voice rather boomy for her age as she then brushes shoulders with Tikal. She did this to her sister and her mind was unable to consider that perhaps she should not do this to strangers, but she did not know any better. She reached over to touch muzzle to muzzle with Tikal gently before pulling away.

”Don’t worry, you will be okay, I am here,” she says, just as she would speak to her own sister when she was not feeling confident. ”What is the meaning of all this?” she asks, her voice forever strong and forward, but touched with a bit of curiosity as she missed all of the conversation before. This question was directed at Tikal, although her eyes looked out at the others before going back to Tikal. Warpaint was never good at doing more than one thing at a time, and right now Tikal had her attention.