Phoenix Maplewood Grace, beauty, and other girly synonyms.

Shifting from paw to paw every couple of moments, Grace reluctantly tried to open up as best she could.
                   "I love it here so far, its comfortable and homey. I'd ask you the same thing, but you must like it if you've stayed here."
The russet and black female looked over Luna's small, lean frame, but not in a bad way. Grace was, in truth, studying her: but she didnt realize that some might consider such things rude or awkward. The poor girl didnt know how to socialize or act like a proper wolf could, and she knew it when she saw the way others looked at her from things she did. However, since she didnt know what she was doing wrong, she had no way of fixing her behavior. She couldn't get close enough to anyone who could teach her without the social skills.