Hushed Willows Shake The Willows

Grace had yet to really meet any of the new wolves, save for the white male called Little Voice. She knew Harlyn was Tavis new partner, and it worried the young girl to think Warbone had been replaced. Had he abandoned them? Had the famine claimed him, or another predator? Was he safe somewhere, waiting out the bad times before he could afford to travel home? 
Nonetheless, she was among those who had actually accepted Octavia as an alpha at all. Her mother was one that hadn't, not yet, but they'd already talked about the posibility of Nova again moving on. Should she and Tavi get on further bad grounds, there would be no other chance. Perhaps she simply wanted to be on the road again, that was okay too.  
 The russet girls ears flicked back at the sound of pawsteps, but scent alone told her it would be the dark pelt of Stark she saw coming along when she turned her golden gaze behind her. She smiled and walked along, flicking her tail to invite him along on whatever task she was set to doing.