Hushed Willows Earn it.

Poor Grace was blissfully unaware of the wolfdogs plans for her,  but she'd have been worried if she did. The yearling had grown well since leaving her old life, and was no longer a loner. Phoenix had helped her greatly, but the willows were where she was thriving. Her limp hadn't lessened, but Grace could feel all the more muscle building around it. Her other muscles were more refined now, and Grace was filling out into her adult size. She, too, was looking for @Warbone, and for reasons not so different. She wanted battle training, to learn better how to defend herself and her pack. Truly, she was getting better. She was still skittish, but not as jumpy as when she arrived here. Still highly suspicious as well, but also more confident. No longer did she want to shy away from the thought of fighting, as she had when faced with war in the maplewood. If war ever faced the Marauders, she wanted to be able to impress Warbone and defend her pack just as viciously.