Sawtooth Spire mach schnell

It was a rare noise to hear the call for an audience of the whole pack, Gracious was sure to answer quickly with a long-strided lope towards her eisen. She couldn't be sure what it was, perhaps a hunt or something of more concern. Gracious didn't truly care what the call was for, she was simply glad the group was convening considering the aloof nature she had found herself in recently.

Her haste from a lope to a gallop didn't serve her well, the older woman took a tumble on the slippery ground from the recent showers and landed in yucky mud. A visible brown marking stained her shoulder and smelled heavily of minerals and petrichor. Nonetheless, the mountainous woman remains loyal to heeding the call and soon finds herself in the audience of the eisen and an unfamiliar boy. Her gait is broken and she soon settled into a walk towards them, panting sligtly but soon regaining her composure. She held herself low and offers a polite nod of the head to all 3, though turns her main attention to Wylla, who she assumed was the caller.

"What brings us together?" she asked, head tilted in the slightest.