Sawtooth Spire River of Swedish Fish

it appeared she was not alone in these parts of sagtannet, the low chuff of another obtained gracious' focus and attention. with a large sweep of her neck, gracious soon aligns her eyes with another. a woman, a girl much younger than gracious. thin, beautiful, with peculiar black wings beneath her eyes. in a way, gracious felt herself look similar, despite the stark marking differences. her head tilted to the slightest degree, silver eyes blinking for a moment before letting the fish drop to her feet. she keeps her body low, a visible display of knowing her place in the presence of others who were above her.

"you're very beautiful. what is your name?"

her large plume swept behind her in a slow sway, triangular ears perked forward with interest. gracious liked to assume things of wolves once she looks at them at times. sometimes she assumes they are boring or loving just by their looks. with the scars on her shoulder and the short greeting, gracious was left curious. perhaps there was a great history to this pretty girl.