The door closes behind you. Gracyelia stands and exits the room, checking the book she has been reading out even though she doesn't need to, and going outside. She takes a seat on the front steps.
Nearby, another werewolf is basking in the sun as a wolf. This wolf is a small male, perhaps a runt, or perhaps a younger werewolf. He watches you without a word. His fur is a beautiful light lavender-white color, and it seems to sparkle as the sun hits him. His eyes are cold black though. He is like a yin-yang, light and dark. He yawns, revealing sharp fangs.
He watches you change, still not making a sound. Once you complete the change, he will stand and pad over to you, woofing a gentle hello that you can only understand due to being in your wolf form. His eyes are kind, despite their cold coloration. His tail wags gently.
"Firrrrst time?" The male woofs, his r rolling distinctly, as there is a slight growl in his voice.
He nudges your paw, taking in your scent, as he has never met you before. He then sits down, tail curling around his paws. Yet, he does not introduce himself, as he does not see it necessary.
She nodded, looking at her paws then up at the sky, everything seeming brighter and in sharper focus, her ears twitched as she could ear every little sound
He continues to watch you, not saying a word for a moment before speaking again, deciding it'd be better to introduce himself, as you clearly weren't going to do it first.
He rolls his eyes, displaying his obvious dislike for Gracyelia.
"Ugh. The den's going to run out of space at this point. Anyway," he pauses for a moment. "Go show Gracyelia your achievement. She'd care more than I do."
With that, he stands and turns, his lavender furred tail batting your face.
She turns her head away from his bushy tail, pawing at her muzzle, she stood, shaking out her fur and stretching, her fur catching the sunlight and looking gold, she walked to Gracyelia because that was what the other wolf had told her to
Gracye doesn't look up from her book until you're pretty close to her. Even then, she wears an expression that says I'd rather be reading. Of course, that expression changes when she recognizes you. She nods her approval.
She smiles and pats your muzzle before returning to her book. She then remains silent, pretty much ignoring you. Her book, to her, is more interesting than you are right now.