Hushed Willows Ornithomancy

Grace was out collecting willow bark when Warbone called. She, like Nova, was actually ahead of the storm. The echoing of the summons bounced around the cave she and Trick had claimed as their medicine den, and though she had no idea just WHAT the noise was, the red yearling knew she needed to protect the herbs. She tossed the bark in a messy pile under their makeshift shelves, and got to work. The black cloud was getting ever closer and though she was still unsure of just what it was or the chaos that would ensure, she still did not go to Warbone. The faded black female did her best to cover any openings with rock and pebbles and branches, but would it be enough? It would have to be. She shoved one last stone over the largest entrance and, hoping everything would be alright when she got back, took off running at last. The damn things were starting to cling to her pelt, but twisting to nip at them meant throwing off her gait and making her stumble. Her gallop was already uneven and awkward without her stumbling around drunk all the time. At last! There was Nova's distinctive golden pelt, and as Grace slowed, Warbone and Tavi became evident. She'd missed her mothers words, but was giving Warbone al look that clearly asked the same.