Barrow Fields ancient wolves

Grace was glad to hear that everyone was okay, but was sure there were still troubles. Weren't there some in each pack though? Eh, nothing to worry about.... She was a Marauder now, and needed to stop worrying about the Pheonixes. Her smile faded at the mention of Esaro, and her tail thumped to the ground in stillness. The last time she'd seen Esaro, things were a little tense but hopeful. 
      "He was roughed up pretty bad. I saw him the day I left, but that day he was... Well, he thought he was a burden to everyone, and nobody would be safe around him. I tried talking it out of him, but he ran off. I saw him a few days later though, and he seemed better. We hashed things out, but he's a lone wolf for now. Not sure where he went off to, but he plans on at least trying to join the Keep with me."