She could tell something was not quite right with her sister, but she could not exactly tell what. She was happy to see her safe and sound after her travels though, and thus a smile naturally fell on Warpaint’s face. That quickly changed once her sister started talking about hating a wolf from the mountains. Her fur ruffled and she stood forward.

”Who? Who was it? You show me!” she demanded, then nodding in response as Mara asked for her to go with next time. She knew Mara was gathering wolves for a thing at the pack, but Warpaint did not exactly understand it. All she really knew was that it was a gathering and she was hoping that Fen would appear.

”Yes you let me know next time...and...uh, yes, boy, his name is Fen,” she said with a growing smile once more, her attention being dragged away from the wolf in the mountains she would have to take care of some day. ”Fen is important. Much important, like mother and father are to each other. I know this already,” she said with a confident nod and determination. It was an easy thing for her to fall into and accept- fate was fate.

Mara still seemed off about her visits and Warpaint marched forward, her size larger than that of her sister, and threw a leg around her neck. ”Ah don’t worry about it Mara, I am sure you did fine, and if you didn’t do fine...well, it is over now,” she said somewhat bluntly as she licked her sister’s left ear. ”Can’t dwell on a past you can’t change,” she said, knowing this to be true but not knowing if this was at all comforting or not. So far, she never really felt embarrassed or nervous, or even anxious. This was a thing that made it a bit harder for her to understand her sister, but she tried. ”What else happened recently hm?” she asked, wondering if there was something else that Mara can talk about to get her mind off of it.