Hushed Willows I will be fair, but firmly cruel.

Grace stretched her way out of the Crook, yawning wide and extending each limb until it shook. Her golden eyes scanned the area as she pulled herself forward, and a dark frame of Stark was evident not far away. The yearling grinned, happy to finally have someone to herself, and chuffed and easy greeting. 
        "Hey, Stark."
Perhaps now she could form new bonds, now that everything seemed calm for the day. Less and less was she shying away from others and more so was she clinging to any friends she made. After Esaro, she worried everyone would leave her.