It was no big secret, not so much so she supposed; yet her rank did have its perks. The idea of these wolves getting her own involved caused Mara to bare a fang. While she had no issues with Pine and cared little for Aster, Mara understood that Zelda was set to freeing these pups. She was no mother but even she couldn’t come to grips with giving in without a fight. These events frustrated her to her very core and yet anyone gazing upon her would be none the wiser. Perhaps she would question Zelda on the matter later but now was the time to gather information and perhaps make some sense of an accord. It was a subtle comfort to know Zanon was safe from events, though the idea of what might have been should he have been in Iromar made her blood boil. Does a leader not sacrifice themselves for their people? A deep sigh turned to meditation, this would be a long walk.

Maybe it was a daze of sorts, but the world morphed into the shadow of the moors and soon she stood on the cusp of it’s newly marked borders. A howl was issued as she postured; her chin delicately tucked and yet she stood nobly. Everyone had a motive, perhaps the idea of holding pups hostage was only a thing that a coward would choose but to keep a pack it seemed motive enough. Even now the idea of standing against the mud made her tail twitch slightly in agitation. Mara Sov wasn’t exactly prepared for what she might come face to face with and yet she lacked much emotion, these weren't packed members and her only reason for involvement was to sate Zelda and keep the woman and pack safe from any unnecessary fights and disputes with some up-spur taking over the moors.

While Mara may not have past allies as the leading cause for her reach to the new pack of Iromar, her heart was in protecting her own pack and she supposed that was a better reason than no reason at all. Her exterior remained calm and collected and yet her eyes danced in agitation and disappointment. What was one life if it would have ended the challenge? Perhaps she could never be content with such things and surely now, bowing to a lowly pup thief. Even now, the words Eden’s wisdom and cunning sang to her; how could she turn this into something she could use? Every wolf wanted something and so she would hunt for her answer and perhaps she can come to an agreement with the pack of the moors.