Gracious could understand why the male had problems with the footing, being big-boned herself, it was hard trying to get one's footing in narrow areas. She had taken a few tumbles in her time of living, a few light ones and a few nasty ones, luckily no bones were broken. Her path through the territory held a light pace, wandering around in search for nothing.
However, she heard a loud sound that caught her attention. Swiftly, she turned her body to face the noise's birthplace and began to move towards it. She went from her leisure walk to a hurried lope, worries about what could've made that noise. A rockslide? A tree falling? She wasn't sure what, but it couldn't have been good.
She halted, however, when a wolf came into view. Not the scent of the Court and its' members, not of a fur or face she recognized. She wanted to approach and see if the other was okay, but the knowledge of how wolves reacted to strangers while hurt stopped her. Instead, she lifted her muzzle to the air and called for her Undomiel
@Andraste as well as anyone else who wanted to help her. She lowered her body to the ground, watching the other wolf.
"Why are you here, who are you?" she asked cautiously, wondering who would aid her in this situation.
An interesting name but the least of her worries, Gracious felt her tail cling to her leg rather tightly. She couldn't describe the feeling of fear, that was a strong word. Perhaps, uncertainty, of somesort. Feelings were complex and couldn't always be put under an umbrella term; Gracious of all wolves knew this. She kept her feelings to herself however in this situation, her focus remained on the large male before here.
His story was laughable, he fell of all things and ended up before her? It was simply silly, Gracious would've normally offered him some passion for the embarassment, but for now she would keep herself rather stoic. Of course she was friendly, but when it came to unknown wolves somehow existing in the Court's realm, that was perhaps one of the only reasons her warm aura would step away from her. Her gaze, however, softened at Xizur; he seemed to be honest in his answer and just wanted a way out.
"I'll guide you out, we're rather deep in the Court." She stepped forward, neck extending in the slightest to give her more range to look at him. "Can you walk? We may have something to coat it in to help treat the pain." So long as he remained respectful, Gracious would offer her help in any way she could of getting this male out of her home, it was the least she could do.
In a slight manner, her soft expression hardened when he ignored her question of concern and help. She could be this male's only lifeline at the moment; treading the way he did would leave him on very thin ice. Gracious considered herself a patient woman but she didn't appreciate not being listened to, especially by an outsider in her home. In her mind, her feelings and reactions were valid to some degree. She recoiled her stretched out neck, ears falling back and tail no longer tucking itself against her leg. Slowly, it began to rise.
"I apologize for the inconvienence, but we don't allow others to travel within the Court unless they have an escort. Either I guide you out, or the Valitúrës chase you out." Her voice grew slightly firm; she had to be firm, didn't she? She was trying to help him for god's sake, why wasn't he letting her help? The "threat" she made was more of an informational comment, her role was to console others, the Valitúrë was meant to protect and battle. She was the best of wolves to run into when it came down to these situations, she wondered if Xizur would eventually see that.
"Please, let me show you the way out" she sighed, her voice became supple and gentle once again.