Sawtooth Spire Adaptation

Gracious had scooted by significantly once the reaction happened -- it was out of the ordinary, maybe she just spooked the poor girl and didn't realize it. Hackles raised like flags but soon died down as ears flattened against her skull and an apology was made. Gracious felt her heart sink for such a sad display of anxious protection of oneself.

"Oh, please don't apologize, you had every right to act that way because I scared you." She said, her voice silvery and warm. She didn't know what had to have happened to this girl to make her behave in such a way, but it certainly wasn't something wolves were born with. It was something they were taught, behavior they learned was acceptable. Something told Gracious this girl had more to her story than just being easily startled.

"I apologize if I disturbed you, my name is Gracious. You must be apart of the Diaspora group, yes?" Her face, nor her scent, were familiar to the greyscale woman.