By morning, Mark's eyes snapped open. Getting to his feet quietly, he got out of the tent. His bare feet not making a sound against the hard ground, swallowing slightly before his eyes caught the sight of Bran the marrock. Quickly making his eyes go to the ground, Bran smiled "seems like you know what to do in the presence of the main alpha Mark though I'll have to see you and my daughter alone in a few moments for now I need to speak to her." Mark lifted his arm and pointed toward the tent he had just been in moments before.