Phoenix Maplewood The Traveler Meets Her End

Grace had been out on a walk, watching the borders out of mere instinct. Saena had her puppies, and the entire pack was doing what it could to help her out. The russet yearling had gone out in hopes of finding a meal she could bring to Saena maybe, or stock the cache closest to her den, but found herself following a familiar scent. It couldn't be.... But it was! Grace trotted awkwardly, lopsided, towards the smell of her adopted mother. She could scent Luke, not a wolf she was close to but knew of. She came within range of hearing as Nova asked for her, and soon enough to hear Luke snap at her. Though anger rose in her throat, she kept her jaws shut and instead hurried forward to place herself between her adopted mother and the white male looming over her; though making sure to keep her tail and ears down. Her body trembled slightly, and her voice nearly as much, but her golden eyes were bright and sharp. 
         "You've seen her now. N-Nova is no threat, please don't turn her away."