Hushed Willows In Need of A Hunter?

Nova lowered her ears and turned her face away, averting her ghostly eyes, but more so out of respect than anything. She kept her calm demeanor, blowing a deep breath softly through her nose after hed finished to give herself time, make sure he was DONE. Interrupting her alpha would mean bigger trouble.
      "Warbone, my king, she is a better hunter than myself has ever been, and she's got the promise of a wonderful healer. She's a hardworker, intelligent. You didn't ask for PRETTY wolves, you asked for able wolves, and that she is.  I know so because I'm the one who refined her skills, taught her how to adapt to such an injury. She can show you, if you wish for proof."
Having made her case, she turned her soft, friendly eyes to her adopted daughter, hoping she'd done a good job. She was correct in all her information, of course. She wouldnt ever LIE to her alpha, not after the respect he'd given her. Esaro came to mind then, and her promise to Grace to ask about him. 
                 "A little male named Esaro saw us, told us to tell you that your training was wasted on him. Not sure of what importance he is to you, but the message has been passed."