Hushed Willows In Need of A Hunter?

LOL I totally thought you were gonna do this over a couple of threads, but this works 8D

Warbone returned as he was beckoned, moving in a near-silent fashion that clearly did not betray his weight. He came to a stop before mother and daughter, looking exclusively to Grace for proper submission before he prowled closer to sniff her quarry. The rabbit smelled of the Ridge, and the duck could be identified as a muddied Marsh dweller without the use of his nose. The male had no real way of knowing if she had done the task without any trickery, but he was satisfied nonetheless by the dedication to this triumph or farce. He leaned down, giving the yearling a quick lick on the forehead. "Welcome to the Marauders," he murmured, appearing fond before his expression resumed its business-like edge.

"You two eat," he instructed, nosing towards Grace's trophies; "Nova Rose, tell her what she should know, and then take her to the Crook—she needs to be introduced. I have business elsewhere, but I expect to see the both of you tonight." And with his orders given, the male did not bother to check for their consent before he was melting off into the lengthening shadows of the Willows.