Redhawk Caldera I TOUCHED IT ON THE BOOTY AND WE EMERGED LIKE GRAVY ON SOFT APPLE JUICE

Grace felt bad for abandoning the Marauders Keep, but it seemed that her time there was up. Warbone was gone, Tavi had gone completely crazy, Nova was settled in Larksong Grotto with Reek, and people just kept dissapearing. @Stark probably knew they were leaving, based off of the yearlings calls for @Kirin the morning they left and the lack of she or Trick in the resulting days. Then again, he, too had often departed briefly from the Keep, likely to look for the missing pack members. Kirin never did come to the calls, but they'd planned to end up somewhere around here: hopefully her brother would meet them there, find her again. So soon after reuniting with him, she didn't want to lose him. 
The stops taken didn't bother Grace: she took the time to rest her leg and explore the area close around them. Sometimes, there was a herb or plant she felt compelled to take, and so now that they'd reached the borders of a pack, green stuck out from both sides of her jaws, wrapped neatly in thick oak leaves to keep the herbs dry and safe. She didn't care about what pack they joined, trusting fully in Trick to lead her somewhere safe and keep her company. With the raven furred man at her side, she knew there was much more to learn about their trade. Even if their travels had been mostly quiet, as had their times in the healing den, Grace knew that their friendship didn't call for words.