IT'S A NEW ART FORM SHOWING PEOPLE HOW LITTLE WE CARE —
A lionness once more, the ivory hued girl would carry herself easily towards the Cartel. Her head held high she didn't bother stopping at the border. She continued on, though admittedly not entirely sure where the camp was. That didn't stop her, though, as she merely kept moving. She'd find it eventually, it didn't matter anyway. She wanted to look around. Get reacquainted with the territory. She knew she should have waited outside the scent line for someone to approach her. But, considering she had never officially left, she would argue that she was still technically a member of this clan. It was her birthplace, after all. Well, not necassarily here - she was earth born. But all the same, she was Hayliel's daughter. And it had been awhile since she'd seen her mother. That was all she cared about, after all. Mari didn't even know who was still in the Cartel from when she'd lived here, other than her mother. She had, in the simplest words, come to see Hayliel. In more complex and truthful words, Maritime had come for her mother's attention. She missed being the center of someone's affections, and having wandered around on her own for awhile, discovered that she hated being alone.
That was why she was back here now, after disappearing without a word for a few months. Would Hayliel be mad? Probably. Mari could understand that.. It didn't matter, though. As long as she was paying attention to her, it didn't matter if she was pissed off or elated. "Mom?" The young girl would call, smoothing her satiny fur as her golden eyes glanced around, searching for movement of any kind. She hadn't yet decided on an explanation if her mother asked for one. Maybe she would make something up.. Mm, she wasn't sure. Her main focus was on finding Hayliel.