They call me Grace

Its totally fine! You didn't know about it so :P

Mara shook her head, a bit dazed, and got up, thankful to be off the uncomfortable rock. She looked up to meet the bright green eyes of a large sandy colored male. Still a bit dazed she answered his question awkwardly.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just kinda fell off a cliff, but yeah, I'm 'chill'" She assured him, his foreign-ish word feeling odd on her tongue. Coming from so far north her voice had its own uniqueness, sort of a combination of winter, rock and ice.

She studied the golden wolf, feeling some strange connection to him. She couldn't shake the feeling that she should know him from somewhere as she attempted to brush all the dust off her auburn pelt.