Gilded Bay Oceans don’t speak to each other, they just wave

The talk of having to feed others made Gracious perk an ear. Could Wraen be a mother to her own kin, or just a kind friend offering to grab more? She felt like asking, though a little bit, Gracious didn't want to seem rude and intrusive. She made an affirmative nod though during the conversation of not having a large stomach to take so much food over. It took a certain kind of wolf to harbor food only to give it all up for the young. "You're a hardworking woman," she said kindly, "I hope your family treasures you and your willingness to help." She wondered about the kind of role model Wraen would make herself out to be with these little ones.

Seemingly without a second thought, Gracious picked up her fish that she barely picked at and walked it closer to Wraen. With a gentle mouth, she drops it by the other woman's paws. "The little red devils out here won't fill up your belly, but perhaps this will." In the end, her kindness would eat away at her and get her taken advantage of, but until then, Gracious would always have her giving heart.