Mara Sov was exhausted to be fair even though she never was willing to show it perhaps she was too much to put together, a task that was difficult to undertake and yet as the time ticked on she couldn’t help find her escape tonight. She had a wish for her sister to follow her and yet she moved to her soul's own tug towards Iromar. Mara Sov was never the kind of wolf to come unannounced but she found herself on the banks of the river that fed into the moors the stars her company and the hum warming it almost made the tug weaker and more of a comfort. She settled at the bank, her breathing very soft as she concentrated in the darkness and the lights that flickered and hummed.

A soft sigh escaped her maw as she cleaned herself neatly before dipping her tongue into the cool water before blinking softly and turning her bodice around to stalk up and down the bank almost as if she were restless and perhaps she was. What did she expect from this? Zanon would just pop out of mists and make her company? Maybe it was the time she should head home. Soft paws turned to pad silently back towards the forests of Tavioria while deep in meditation and yet ever so observant careful of any watchful eyes and attentive ears. This in and of itself was a difficult contradiction she attempted to maintain. She was too wise to risk her own flesh on an evening such as this.