Hushed Willows A Cave Of Mystery and Legend

And this hunt is going to be the last she needs to get her first trade :D

An echoey howl quivered through the willows, and Grace felt herself compelled to follow it. It seemed excited, proud.... Why not go to see? This was her homeland now, and though she missed the maplewood, the willows were soft and peaceful. She had every right to go to that howl as Warbone or Nova did, so why not? She limped towards the call, howling low in answer to say she was coming. Maybe she could catch something first? Yes! She scented as she walked, trying to get there in a good amount of time but hoping some prey would make itself known. As luck would have it, a pheasant was meandering its way across her path. The russet yearling pulled up her bad leg to dangle next to her hip, and took off like a bullet out of a gun. The pheasant heard her, obviously, and started to take off, but Grace was too fast and yanked it to the earth with her jaws, scrambling on top of it and eventually biting into its neck. Excited, she ran in her somewhat slower and lurching but four legged gallop towards the scent of Trick she'd picked up. He had joined the same time-ish as she, but she only remembered the scent from their initial greeting at the Crook. She'd never said a word to him or anything, but she'd wanted to. She wanted to branch out and make friends with everyone in the pack. She slowed when she realized the scent led into another cave, dropping the bird and panting hard. He was in there, right? The black faded yearling  let out a greeting chuff to be sure, peering into the gap with her molten gold eyes.