Northstar Vale i've got margaritas in my blood

In a slight manner, her soft expression hardened when he ignored her question of concern and help. She could be this male's only lifeline at the moment; treading the way he did would leave him on very thin ice. Gracious considered herself a patient woman but she didn't appreciate not being listened to, especially by an outsider in her home. In her mind, her feelings and reactions were valid to some degree. She recoiled her stretched out neck, ears falling back and tail no longer tucking itself against her leg. Slowly, it began to rise.

"I apologize for the inconvienence, but we don't allow others to travel within the Court unless they have an escort. Either I guide you out, or the Valitúrës chase you out." Her voice grew slightly firm; she had to be firm, didn't she? She was trying to help him for god's sake, why wasn't he letting her help? The "threat" she made was more of an informational comment, her role was to console others, the Valitúrë was meant to protect and battle. She was the best of wolves to run into when it came down to these situations, she wondered if Xizur would eventually see that.

"Please, let me show you the way out" she sighed, her voice became supple and gentle once again.