Dawnlark Plains and so, she decided to start living the life she imagined.

She strayed from Nove Peak, taking a break from the new activity that swarmed her. Instead, Gracious searched for solace, for peace and quiet away from the mountain. She had spent lots of time on spires recently, it was time to return to flat ground. A gentle gallop set the large mountainous woman into motion, she swallowed the ground beneath her in long strides. While she was no marathon runner, Gracious had found in interest in her unusual scheduled sprints. Sometimes they'd be slow, other times she acted like a bat out of hell.

Today, it was slow. The burning in her lungs, the feeling of her chest nearly collapsing into itself -- this was the feeling Gracious hated most. But this was the feeling she was most accustomed to. She wanted to be stronger, stronger for herself and stronger for the small ones in the Peak who nestled themselves between the adults. There were no blatant warriors there to offer protection, it was time Gracious accepted her body's worth and began to use it properly. Marshmallow fluff did very little to benefit her.

She broke gait, however, upon seeing a figure before her. Collapsed onto the ground, still and breathing (?). She couldn't tell from her distance. Panting, tongue lolling, Gracious brings herself to compose her breath before releasing a gentle, low-pitched howl. It was a call of question. "Are you hurt?" She strode forward just a bit, to close a little more distance. She leaves enough room, however, to not make the other feel threatened.