It is with his cockiness and coy nature that she lifts her head in superiority, she wouldn’t show respect to a wolf that didn’t deserve it. “The north has no interest in you, well perhaps I shouldn’t say that, but I came on my own accord. You speak to Mara Sov, not the cowards you chased from their home. Though this home is in my blood, just as it has been in the Demons. Only a coward hides behind pups, spur the packs to forget the blood you have, could you really defeat us all? No. You are lucky some care for their whelps though, and that is why I am here. Show me they are well and unharmed. If you have injured or killed them, I will go pass that information to their respective parents and should they choose to kill you, well, that no longer is my problem.” Her words purred delightfully, her tail whipping more like a sly cat as opposed to a wolf.

Perhaps it was the fact she knew of Zanon’s training and his safety she felt little need to tame her tongue and yet she remained reserved to some degree knowing well that Zelda did care for the pups held captive.“If we are being honest with one another Mutt, I can’t say I know your name but it suits you doesn’t it? I don’t really care about you, your actions, even your victims… they aren’t my people and yet you have come to disturb my home. So, wouldn’t you be more open to having a chat with me as opposed to those who would even delight in kill you on the spot, should they catch you alone?” Her bodice carried forward on soft golden limbs as she lingered just a wolves length away from the border. She wouldn’t cross it uninvited, though she doubted such a thing would happen in the near future if he crossed it to attack her in unclaimed territory she had every right to bury her teeth in his throat and yet she half hoped it wouldn’t come to that. She owed nothing to the wolves that fled nor to the pups that may or may not be living.

It was true that Mara Sov overall was good even if her methods didn’t seem as such. To her, she could comprehend sacrificing for the greater good especially seeing as they weren’t her own. Maybe this greater care for others she didn’t see as her family or pack came with age, maybe it was something mothers comprehended best? It wasn’t really a certain thing but she knew she didn’t hate the wolves who had lost their pups but finding compassion was a difficult task when it came to involving those she did care about, she felt the desire to protect them from being brought into such a mess and yet she was involved despite what she chose she wished to look out for her home, for Zelda. These were her own and she wanted nothing more than to keep them uninvolved should conflict arise.