Mara Sov watched as the dark pelted wolf made its approach a pup seemed to be carried with her. The titles filled the air and Mara Sov began to grow more fond of the Alphas that didn’t offer titles so blatantly like the Lord of the Sea. Standing tall and proud her head held with pride still she couldn’t quite come to over a deep greeting so settled for a nod of her maw. A smile of sorts graced Mara’s features but the malice behind could be exposed to the careful eye. “I am Mara Sov, and you are correct, I am far from home. I am of Tavioria but with all due respect Lady Aster, I am not interested in all of these titles, I came to offer an invitation. Lady Zelda as indulged my desire to host a ball, humor it if you will. You and your own are invited to the festivities. A call we come when our preparations are complete but I had the desire to visit you in person, to offer an invitation on a more personal level.” Mara Sov was doing her best to see she made a decent impression for lady Zeldas sake and so she chose her words carefully.

She looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking again; “Feel free to ask me questions on the matter.” Her judgment of them as it had been with the others seemed fitting. She was unimpressed with titles yet she would issue her complaints to the comfort of the fur she desired the most. One thing was certain, Lady Zelda was a peaceful wolf and the path Mara chose to take was one where she was careful with her words. She would do her best for her pack and yet Mara had seen what first impressions could do. At the end of the day, her family mattered, her pack mattered and no more. Perhaps she would speak to Lady Zelda to ensure she was doing the right thing. She could be blunt but she did her best to be respectable, to be noble, to be fitting of her blood and perhaps that is part of her own harshness was meant to live.

Right now Mara decided she wished to be home with her blood. Her fight was to get home to her sister to see her and embrace her once again. In truth perhaps she disliked some of the others still this was the path she decided to try. Her gaze cast over the pair again she wasn’t overly impressed. No title she had heard, pack title or not, few seemed to be as eloquent as her families. These journeys we long and she was growing tired. Soon she would find peace, soon she would feel the small hum of starlight that was Warpaint, this journey would lead her back to the place she was meant to be even if her explorations may lead her to no pack at all. So Mara listened and waited what was a little more time?