Hushed Willows In Need of A Hunter?

His frown remained throughout Grace's story, comprehending it at a basic level but not understanding at all the exact cause of Esaro's mental destruction. Perhaps he was the sort of weak that was irreparable. Warbone did not like to think that someone could not be made stronger through due diligence, but he had been wrong about certain things before...

He would have to deal with that when he thought about it again. For now, he had other things to deal with. "The Marsh is to the north and east," he motioned for the young she-wolf. He had chosen that location for her to catch a bird because it was watery, and she would need her best skills to catch a bird there. The Ridge he had chosen for a similar reason, as it would not be easy to catch a rabbit upon its crags and plateaus. "And the Ridge, you passed to get here— it is to our south. If you do not return in two days, I will assume you have failed or gone, and my offer to you will have expired." He looked at Nova Rose pointedly; she was not to coddle Grace, or help her in any way, but he didn't feel the need to declare this aloud. Nodding to them both, Warbone turned on his heel and melted back into the willows.