Cedar Sweep Ghost Train

ooc: *latches onto*

As the free spirit moves onward, she takes notice to how dwarfed she feels with the Cedar trees being so tall. They surrounded her like an army trying to protect a valuable person, a person of interest. Grace almost laughed at the thought of her being important to things, even as lifeless as trees. She wasn’t important to anyone, but she didn’t mind, anyways. The importance could perhaps come later when she find her own niche to call hers, her own family that will fill in the spot where the old one was in her heart. Perhaps then, she would feel important to others. But until then, she would travel alone and dance with the snowflakes until her paws gave in to weakness and exhaustion.

It was not long until a scent was caught in her nose that brought Gracious to stop in her tracks and lift her gaze up. Her eyes were no longer as glazed as they were when she started to walk again, they began to grow crisp and sharp- yet still they retained a gentle shimmer of warmth and politeness in them. She turned around slowly, making a small pirouette to face where the scent was wafting from. She admired the beautiful fur color of chocolate and dark woods the wolf before her had. She didn’t think of it strategy wise, but perhaps the other could have a disadvantage in the winter due to his dark coloration standing out in the white blankets of snow.

When the wolf began to speak (she deemed it as a him due to his more tough voice), Gracious turned her ears forward and kept a posture of neutrality. “Indeed, the winds are bringing in winter quicker than I imagined” she said, her voice light and silvery. She took in more of the male’s features as she stood there, her eyes gently roamed over him before relaxing on his face. He had a light build, contrasting her own due to how heavy she was made. His coat had color in it while hers lacked it and was only replaced with frozen white and grey. In a way, she was the exact opposite of the male. It was almost quite comical. “Why are you out here, my friend? Is it the call of adventure that brings you into the cold?” She asked him, gingerly taking a step or two forward closer to him.