There was certainly quite the crowd that had gathered for the festival, as the first evening began to draw to a close Aslan started to make his way back to Threar lands, finding the idea of venturing home to sleep far more appealing than trying to cram himself in with one of the strangers around the Nook. Others had likely taken a similar view point. And apparently there were some, not even at the festival that had chosen to escape the crowds.
"You!" He exclaimed in shock, it was the mountain lion again, the same one he was sure of it. For a moment she froze, light eyes meeting the mismatched gaze of the wolf though apparently something over his shoulder caught her attention and once more drove her away from him. Aslan stood bemused for a moment until he too realised that they hadn't been alone. It was only his mother and whilst he of course trusted her entirely, he still chose not to share his little secret with her. Quietly he stood and waited for her to catch up to him, though a part of him certainly wished he could have followed the feline.
