Northstar Vale ᶜˡᵐˑ ono alyë eterúna me illumë ilya raxellor

They strayed farther and farther from the weald, and although Gracious had longed for the feeling of safety, the numbers in her group gave her enough reassurance that her path was correctly aligned with the fellow members of the court. She lingered somewhere on the outer middle section of the traveling band, she kept sight of her paws and felt compelled to continue to follow the whisp. She would follow to this new heartland nestled for sanctuary, for Gracious had no where else to carve her path out. She was quiet through the trip, hardly catching the gaze of others.