King Elk Forest Lose the Feeling

Youth. 

Gracious didn't remember the last time she met someone with an attitude like this before (not that it was a bad thing, it added excitement to her days). She lifted her gaze, not to appear bigger or give off the idea of being dominant, but more so that she didn't want it to seem she was looking down at Queenie. While her way of saying things wasn't as sugar-coated and honeyed as Gracious, she at least had good intentions with what she said. Fluidly, the older woman grabbed the scruff of the plump hare and placed it down by her paws. Arguing would get them nowhere, so Gracious let the girl have her pride in being giving and took the kill. "Thank you, Stephanie," she said politely as she offered her a smile that radiated warmth.

"You just...?" she asked her, perhaps nudging her to answer. It wasn't that she was trying to bait her to say something wrong, it was mostly that Gracious was just genuinely curious about her intentions. But if she provided no answer, then she would let it blow over like the breeze on a meadow.  "Have you settled in fine, Stephanie? Met the others, explored a bit?" The conversation would easily die if she let the rabbit be the only topic. Gracious wanted to be as welcoming as possible, so extending the conversation would perhaps do her good. Hopefully.