Sawtooth Spire the art of war is of vital

He saw her, what good eyes and a good nose he had to have. Gracious stepped forward, closer to him when he let her know that her presence was known to him. A kind greeting and an exchange of names. she recogfnized his face. Andraste had a strong liking to him, she wondered how he faired without the moon maiden at his side.

"Andraste was fond of you," she said gently, eyes shifting to her paws for a slight moment, "it is nice to meet you, officially, Wintersbane. I am Gracious."

She couldn't deny the man was quite atttractive in front of her, it was no wonder Andraste took a strong liking to him. However, Gracious knew looks could only go so far, the ghost had seen something else in him to make her like him more. She wondered about those qualities. Gracious had learned to adore the girl as well and often thought of her as an angel of some sort for saving her from the battered coast line. 

"The Diaspora wolves have seemingly joined us with open arms, do you hear anything about us members of the court from their lips?" She was never fond of rumors or lies being told, and couldn't deny she wondered what the other pack had thought of the Court. It was a strange set up, stranger in comparison to what the normal pack life is like. She liked most of the wolves she met already, but wondered if Melkor had heard something from the 2 other leaders.