Phoenix Maplewood Grace, beauty, and other girly synonyms.

Lean, but obviously young and nearly developed muscles rippled under the short and soft russet fur of Grace. The yearling was limping heavily along at her own relaxed pace, not bothering to hide her bad leg with seemingly nobody around. Though she listened carefully to her surroundings, Grace was taking time to enjoy her alone time; who knows when she would get it next. She realized soon after arriving that she'd had a somewhat bad timing, seeing as the male alpha was just exiled by his pregnant mate for cheating on her. Uh oh. It was none of her business, so she tried to stay out of it as best she could.