Hushed Willows Its A Sad Day

It was when she heard Nova's call of goodbye that Grace started crying. Yes, they'd had the talk weeks before, that she may be leaving. She'd come back from her night at the shore speaking of Raas, of a god, of her rebirth: she was so happy. Grace couldn't bear to tell her that she didn't want her mother to go, couldn't hold her in a place she no longer wanted to be. Sure, Warbone was gone, things were crowded and things kept changing, but the russet girl believed that Tavi and Harlyn would lead the pack well. She couldn't make herself leave another pack, one she'd grown much closer to, not for something she didn't believe in. So she'd only made Nova promise to return, one day, to see her life and how she'd done. Nova had sworn, and they'd spent the night in the regrowing willow territory before she left. They'd separated after waking, and Grace had been able to hold herself together until hearing the howl of goodbye. 
Grace, sobbing silently, went to look for @Tavi to tell her of Nova's leaving, whether she heard or not. Nova hadn't wanted a goodbye, saying she could only handle a goodbye to her daughter because she deserved it. It was what it was, and no doubt the old woman was already swift on her paws and gone. There was no reason for Grace to follow after, and she assumed nobody else would bother either.