Hushed Willows Can I Get A Lucky Break?

Grace didn't notice his little internal conflict as they came into an open and once pretty grove.  The only thing off from it was the tree sticking halfway out of the earth, for only a knowing eye would see the sporadic piles of stones as what they really were: a door, of sorts, blocking the entrances to the cave the tree grew from. They still hadn't been unplugged yet in fear of the locusts coming back in another wave, but she planned on doing so soon. Perhaps her coywolf companion could help her?
         "A silvertongue?"
The phrase to the words was unknown to the yearling, but his next words were ones she could process and so that is where her energy went to. 
              "Sometimes no plan is good too. At least you have an idea."
She stopped at the largest pile of rocks, starting to pick at each one carefully as to not send them cascading down. Not that it mattered.