Hushed Willows Everything you are

Grace nodded knowingly at the brown woman's first comment, but her next brought the yearlings golden gaze to her. Again, Kunik had showed to her the loyalty Grace so needed, and a smile blessed her dark face as she limped along. 
              "I can promise you the same thing, Kunik. We'll make it out of this, I know it."
The Marauders wouldn't be beaten by such a force as locusts. They would pull together like the family pack they were, and survive this awful famine. Funny, how she already felt as if she'd spent her entire life here with the willows and Warbone.