Hushed Willows come to me, my sweetest friend.

Hope you dont mind Grace jumping in :3

Grace was limping her way back towards the Crook after a walk, finding herself lonely and wishing for contact of her packmates. Outside, however, she found three of the newest Marauders. The mother and two of her pups were greeting one another, and it suddenly made the yearling wish for her own gentle mother. Approaching slowly, hesitantly, with a shy smile on her muzzle, she wondered if she too could join in whatever fun they'd be doing. It wouldn't replace Hope, of course, but maybe this could take her mind off other things. 
        "H-Hello."
The russet girl had grown both mentally and physically since joining Warbone, even if she was thin and hungry now, but even that confidence hadn't been expanded to strangers. It was still hard for her to be social to newbies, but damn was she trying. One day, these wolves could be considered family to her just like the others of the pack.