Hushed Willows In Need of A Hunter?

Nova rubbed against Grace and wished her luck before she was off. Tail wagging and smiling as she worked, the ginger female plucked some willow branches from the trees, soon making a nest at the roots of one. She scent of the willows was soothing, and she was very glad Warbone had given her a home here. It was a good place for her days to end. She dozed off in her thoughts, but Grace wasn't yet back when she woke, so she started to groom her messy pelt. She didn't get far, and Grace was soon approaching with a hare in jaws and a smile in her eyes. She asked for a guide to the marsh, and Nova was quick to bury the rabbit by her nest and on her way to the eatery grounds. Once there, she told Grace she was on her own. She went back over their path, careful to skirt around the borders on her way back. She planted herself back in the willow nest, pulling out and inspecting the rabbit. She hadnt broken the skin, only broken its neck it seemed. A clean kill. She was proud of her daughter and though it took her a while to get back, Nova loosed a howl for the alpha as her daughter approached with a duck in her jaws.