mom's dear old friend!

As she spotted her father on the approach, a cloak of something that she knew was shame settled heavily on her shoulders. It was well known that her brothers had proven themselves, earned his favor, and risen far above her in station. In fact, it felt like she'd lost the moment she was born as a female. The more time she spent out of the pack borders the easier it was to forget. Mak could try and shrug it off, but it was no use. Perhaps he'd be glad that she brought tidings on a friend. When he stopped in front of her, the sheer size of him cast a shadow across her. Makara felt herself grow smaller and she forced the stream-of-consciousness chatter inward: Oh this was a mistake, a terrible mistake, he's going to just be angry that I wasn't working in some way to better the pack, to better myself, might as well lie or throw myself on a pyre although I'm not sure he'd be happy about that, maybe he'd just complain that my ashes were blowing all around making a mess that someone else has to clean up - This all ran through her head in a split second as she looked up at him and gestured meekly to the items in front of her: the rock and feather. Just lie, just lie, just lie. "I was exploring the nearby territories looking for resources - " okay, okay, good, reasonable, makes sense, you were technically looking for things "and I came across a stranger who called herself King. She told me that she was a friend of mother's, and she mentioned an invitation to come see your god children." Her entire body was a tense line, waiting for reprimand. "I assumed you would like to know."