Sawtooth Spire Adaptation

Home, at least, that is what Gracious would soon warm up to calling this place. It wasn't home yet. Although she was a more spiritual being who belived home was not a place but a person or a group, she couldn't deny the feelings of uncertainty in her heart with this merge. So many faces and scents and coat colors and eyes --- it was almost too much for the older woman to want to take in. Yet, it was her duty as an animal to learn to adapt in the best way she could, for that to happen, she would have to accept the fact that the Court was no more.

Andraste was an angel in the ground, never to be seen or heard from again. Gracious wondered how it could've happened, what demon stole away the pale girl from the home of lost souls. She kept those thoughts pushed into the back of her brain, not wanting to let herself be toyed with by fate and destiny, who ruled every creature's path on this earth. Instead of being anti-social, Gracious decided it would be best to meet the nea faces of the new family, the ones beyond the recognizable pelts of the Court.

She set out and followed scents that were fresh in hopes of finding something at the end of her search. And to her luck, she found success. A tawny female, much smaller in frame when compared to the mountainous woman Gracious was. The monochromatic wolf stepped lightly as to not scare the wolf in front of her whom she came upon. A gentle rumble from her throat, a chuff to let the other know she wasn't alone on her stone throne.