Dawnlark Plains Don't You Leave Me Brokenhearted Tonight

As unhappy as she was about it, Grace knew that Esaro was right. His best chance was to show Warbone he didn't need help, just as Nova had left her alone to hunt. She was glad they apparently had history together, hoping that fact alone might earn him points. She shuffled her paws and shifted balance, but otherwise stayed put. Her tail was wrapped close to her body and the yearlings faded black ears were laying down. Why couldn't this be easy? Why couldn't she just help him?
            "I-I think you're right.... How are you going to prepare?"
Did he mean training, like to fight? Surely he wouldn't challenge Warbone? He seemed to press that he needed to be alone for this, and Grace accepted it with a low grumble. She knew that her helping might upset the alpha, and ruin the brown males chances of joining. If she wanted Esaro to have that good shot, she needed to pretend none of this happened and let her friend handle it himself. At least he was taking charge of himself now, and not worrying about blame.