Sawtooth Spire the art of war is of vital

She had seen others, not as many as she wanted to see, but enough to consider herself more mixed with the Diaspora part of Sagtannet. Gracious liked snowy weather, but often found herself to be incredibly camoflagued when it got deep. Sometimes they saw her, sometimes they didn't. Usually if the wind was right they could at least smell her or feel her eyes on their figure.

The scent of someone familiar filled her nose and brought Gracious onto her feet and walking through teh path of deep snow. With her heavier figure, she slipped at times and would be stuck trudging through since snow couldn't always support her. Her legs were completely white from her snowy travel, despire her body being mainly covered and white fur. Before her, after traveling and feeling the sun poke through the clouds and warm up her up. She didn't enjoy the moment by herself, however, as the sight of someone large like her came into view.

Politely, she chuffed in greeting, hoping she didn't find herself too hidden against the light background.