Hushed Willows In Need of A Hunter?

I wanted to but wasn't sure how it'd work, so I figured to hell with it.  :3

Grace lowered herself at his approach, breathing out a deep sigh of relief when his expression changed. She could sense his pleasure with her at the moment, and then he welcomed her with his low tone. 
        "Thank you, alpha."
He rose again, and she felt like it was okay to sit back up, though she was ready for any change she might need to make. He spoke again and she hung on his every word, golden eyes intent. As he turned and strode away, she could only find one thing to say,
                   "You won't be disappointed, Warbone." 
Nova kept the rabbit she's carried, leaving Grace her favorite meal, duck. She plucked the feathers roughly, not caring to take them. She couldn't be sure they didn't sleep in a pile, where feathers would be useless. If she had a nest then she could catch another duck.