Wheeling Gull Isle keep a weather eye on the horizon

not poopy - being vaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaague
sorry mae has serious abandonment issues ;___;

Once she had seen the first other wolf at the impromtu meeting leave, Maera had taken this as a sign, a permission for her to head out as well. She avoided everyone as she weaved her way out of the place, not even sticking around long enough to see if in fact the others had too began to disperse.
She didn't care.
Not truly -or at least not at this very moment.

With her nose close to the floor, though really not searching for anything, Maera moved through the foliage, her ragged breath being the only sound that came out of her as she unknowingly fell prey to coincidence again. As she's passing through, as carelessly as the hurricane, Maera's foot is caught on something and without being able to help it (no really) she falls at the feet of the man who brought her here and had then left her alone.  
She looks up at him, not being able to contain a small smile but wiping it off as she then quickly scrambled back to her paws.

"you didn't show" she noted, skipping over greetings and everything else maybe too brusquely. But, if he had brought her here, to help him aid his wolves, his companions, those others he spoke of, why hadn't he even bothered showing up?
Did he or did he not care?