Dawnlark Plains Sang the jelly bean prayer

Grace had followed Saena and the rest of the pack carefully, not understanding what was going on. However, the skittish yearling pushed through her fear and kept to the back of the group. She saw some she knew, others she didnt, but approached no one. If someone wanted to speak with her, they would find a way. The russet and faded black female kept her wary golden eyes moving, always checking their surroundings. Ears swiveled atop her head, perked to their limit to pick up as much sound as possible. When they finally reached  place the alpha seemed content with, Grace felt her heart leap. Eggs? She often had to hunt and pick scraps with her mother, and eggs were among the first thing she'd been taught to find: something easy to find that was even easier to scarf down and hide from others. She set off in a direction with her head nearly to the ground, jaws open to scent prey quicker and more accurately. When she saw a rather lost looking Esaro, she could only smile and remember his kindness. She made her way closer towards him as she searched, resolving to ask if he wanted help if he hadnt progressed by the time she got to him.