Hushed Willows A Cave Of Mystery and Legend

Grace was too preoccupied to hear the black males approach, and whipped her head around to him when he came to the entrance. Her golden eyes sparkled in pride, glad he seemed pleased with her. He didnt seem to do anything with the herb he brought back with her own, but that was okay. She'd ask later about herbs. As Trick came up to help her, the russet female's tail wagged. She knew little about him, as she was sure he knew little of her, but was intent to remedy that soon.
           "It was the last living plant, but it was in a little bit of a dyer place. I dug around a bit, increased how much water would be there, and replanted the wilty and useless ones. Hopefully they'll regrow."
Now seemed like a good time to bond, if any. So why not? She decided to ask first and tell her own later, if he was interested. Why had he no home? Did he have family? Was he raised alright?
                         "So, Trick, what brought you here to the willows?"