Sawtooth Spire frostmark

blood, a scent that captivated the nose of predators and a taste that could stop time. pale white and grey fur became stained with the vermillion color, the body of a failed escapee hung between her jaws. normally a warden of peace, gracious let the hunters and the mercenaries do their duties and keep the pack safe. but she could not deny that even she felt a personal duty to get rid of the pests that bothered sagtannet.

she was no expert at the art of rooting out other animals, her posture could be considered poor and her speed was lacking due to her larger size. yet, she had cornered one against the spire of rocks and faced it head on. a righteous fight with a few good scuffs and whatnot to her face. yet in the end, her massive size crushed the small red-haired beast. even in its final breaths it still fought, flailing around and smearing its own blood against gracious and the rock slate ground underneath. 

another source of food for a cache, and one less fox in their home.

she left behind the bloodied spire rocks and soon before her path came a new face. agouti with deep shades of red, and a muscled body. gracious still towered over as she came into sight, but could not deny that this wolf looked strong, and surprsingly as she got closer, more feminine. finally, gracious paused her stride and halted in the middle of the path. grey eyes graze over the other, and soon out came a rumble from her throat. a chuff, a greeting she used for many.