Barrow Fields ancient wolves

Shreya voiced the words she wasn't ready for, and a soft whine escaped her throat. However, Shreya was right. She had herbs to gather and prey to hunt, and Warbone would get worried if she wasn't home by nightfall. No need for the brute to come looking.
       "Next time, I'll make sure to bring you something!"
She joked with the older female, but loss was gripping at her heart. Would the russet yearling ever see the grey female again? Who knows where the uprooted phoenixes would settle,  but it was bound to be far from all their old troubles. Should she tell them of Tavis entrance of her home?.... No. If such information were to backlash, she could be in a situation similar to Esaros. 
                  "You be safe, Shreya. Tell Spring and Laika, and Saena, if she won't get mad, I said hello." 
With a final, longing nuzzle, Grace trotted off at her weird gate. Back to the homey willows and their stony protection.