Hushed Willows In a long black veil she cries over my bones.

Grace was suddenly very glad for her and Trick's initial packing of the den. The herbs they'd gathered had survived, and among that was borage. The russet female had been saving it for as long as possible, but when she'd seen Tavi scavenging she knew it was time to go get her a few of the leaves. It'd taken her a while to get to the den and back, but now that she had a mouthful of the leaves, the faded black female was limping for the cave she knew the mother was homing in. Grace stopped at the entrance, letting out a muffled bark. She knew better than to enter without permission, seeing as she was not only alpha but a new mother. Hopefully, Tavi would accept the herbs to help her son, and herself.