Mara Sov respectfully waited but she could almost feel the fur twitch along her spine and yet her demeanor never changed she kept herself collected and quiet only glancing at the boy from her peripherals. Yet, as the fox-like woman spoke, Mara returned her attention. A soft nod to the woman’s excitement and soft smile were all she could manage but the woman, Pine seemed content to carry on. When the woman answered her question she was inclined to thank her, but her voice fell silent to the male at her side. A brief conversation when on between the pair, Mara’s gaze watching the two carefully before the Lady of the Moors slid off between the cattails without even receiving Mara’s gratitude.

Angling herself more to face the grey shaded male with startling magenta eyes. Blinking softly to collect herself she gave him a small nod of greeting as well; “Mara Sov if you missed it, It is a pleasure to meet you, Zanon.” Her paws were firmly planted as she debated if she dared to enter his personal space, after all, he had agreed to be her guide. A tentative step forward carried her within a few feet, perhaps not the most formal or respectable distance but she was inclined to over logical reasons why. Her tongue was meant to be her most versatile tool, though some part of her couldn't help but wonder if he minded or felt the same as she did. Maybe she was being very unwise indeed.

Her gaze looked into the moors and back to Zanon as if hinting she wished to follow rather explore with someone tailing her. “Would you tell me about yourself?” Mara had almost wished to drop the formalities and talk as though she were home and yet she couldn’t bring herself to break the air of business she had around her. The tips of her teeth glinted as she noticed she brought herself to think things over too much and she shook her head, taking a deep breath before looking around as if her eyes had brightened. She didn’t need her family or even this comfort she felt with this Zanon to finally embrace freedom of formality.

Stretching her limbs, Mara Sov moved closer to her company her chin tucked as a normal precaution but she was wittier than she looked despite her age. Swinging her body to be parallel to his own, she stood just behind his elbows still leaving the lead for him even if she lacked more than a stride or two away from his side. Perhaps she was overly confident but the thought never left for another motive. Mara desired to know him better, and she would seek to do just that but the sharpness of her wit nor the harshness of her teeth never dulled. She cursed herself for not being better at casual conversation, still, she had a strong enough will to try even if her way was an odd one.