Hushed Willows Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)

Grace had tried coming to the meeting early, she really had. However, being ALL the way over in the herbal den, her limping gait could only carry her so fast. Luckily, wolves were still gathering when she approached, panting, and the russet female stood behind the group for a few moments. Often did she feel out of place, unfamiliar with these wolves, and it rose her anxiety. 
   Come on Grace, you're fine. These wolves are family. Where's your confidence!
Limping forward with her head and tail down, the yearling took a place beside her closest friend in the pack: Trick. She was unaware of his darker nature, pleased only to have another by her side for comfort. Perhaps it was because he was closer to her size, or maybe because they often spent time together. Quiet, usually, and sometimes one or the other were in and out of the den, but she was very familiar with him being around. She'd arrived too late to hear his words, and instead lay herself beside him. They didn't quite touch, but it was close enough for the slightly trembling young girl to settle down.