King Elk Forest it is silver and silent; it is silver and cold

*frantically snatches thread*

Gracious walked out of the canopy of tree leaves and into the barren land that separated Tindómë and the rest of the world. She hadn't spent much time out of the territory and was quite curious as to what was out there in the land beside her home. What were the other areas like, the other wolves and creatures that inhabited the land? Did they speak different languages, have different beliefs? Where did they live in? Curiosity was something Gracious could never shake off of her ever since she was young. But perhaps that little quirk to her added more personality to her than most. Her curiosity could probably get her killed, however, she's been lucky to live so long with such a bittersweet asset.

Atop a small hill, Gracious could see a lone figure along the borders. The wind that blew hit her in the face and only brought along the scent of Tindómë's woods. Whoever was down there was just another member, but one that wasn't familiar to her. Pale diamonds scanned the body over and over, trying to find anything distinguishing about the wolf. Snowflakes wrapped around her as she stood quietly, contemplating whether or not she should go bother them. It wasn't until they sat down that the older woman headed from her perch towards them. She made sure to make her presence known with a loud yip sort of noise considering chuffing would be lost in the wind, no matter how loud it would be.