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

No worries!

Marking borders? She hadn't really heard of the term before considering how flighty her family was, to put it nicely. Nonetheless, she was intrigued with the thought. What does one even do in order to mark them? Was it some kind of intricate ritual or just a simple task? More questions bubbled in Gracious' brain, but before she could even ask, the suggestion of her joining Nathaniel was already on the table.

She beamed at him. "I'd be delighted to join you,"  her soft plume wagged behind her as a bit of excitement ran through her body, "what all must you do to mark borders?" She was like a little ball of clay in his hands, ready to be shaped and molded into whatever he deemed sufficient. Gracious would probably rule out that such a job wasn't made for someone of her personality and mentality, but perhaps then she would come to appreciate wolves like Nathaniel and Stephanie more.