Blackfeather Woods She's Never Gonna Sing Them No More

trotting? gracious was hoping for a leisurely stroll but nonetheless kept up the pace. her bear-like paws smushed against the dirt, attempting their best to avoid snagging themselves on the tree roots and little divets in the ground that would easily trip up a wolf who lacked attention. when he says he is not into pack life, she tossed him an inquisitive look; a pack animal with no drive to be apart of a group? it was peculiar to the very least, what drove him away from the life with others?

as for his question about her family, gracious gave him a nod of the head. it was hard to talk and move together, but thankfully this was the very beginning of their travel, and she still had her lungs. "they're wonderful. quiet, aloof, but family-oriented once you prove you're serious. they'll do anything to help when you need it." she was quite thankful that mahler and wylla agreed to take in the court when they did, or else the court would have disbanded and gracious would've been left alone again. a sad existence for a woman of her age, she was getting too old to be forced to fend for herself. she was capable, but how many more years of capability did she have left?

"do you intend to just... travel then if you don't wish to settle? it sounds exciting." gracious hoped to make a trip to the sea in order to find her fire-throated friend and comforter. aiolos would hopefully be there, waiting for her to embrace him once more as she did when they parted.