Treyah really didn't have the luxury of wandering off, but she couldn't stay in the Draw either. Not after all that had happened. It still made her sick to her stomach and while the mountain may have been calling her to search for her missing father, she knew now for certain that that expedition would have to wait. Instead, with a heavy sigh she had made for the marsh, or maybe she was aiming for the Cedarwood? If she didn't keep herself in check her paws might carry her further yet and it was only a tightening around her middle, like a rubber band stretched to the point of snapping back or breaking that she finally looked up to see just how far she had come.
A lone cedar tree rose up on the edge of the marsh, bringing her pale brows down in worry. She almost felt as if she was intruding, but it did look like good place to stop and rest. The Tainn paused to draw a breath before stepping closer, she couldn't smell any claiming markers, still she moved cautiously, finally tucking herself against the trunk of the ancient tree, turning so that her back was resting against the trunk with her head looking out across the Marsh. She wasn't even two yet. What the hell was she meant to do with the mess she had been left with?