Phoenix Maplewood It had become a glimmering girl

After her run-in with Stark, Grace decided to relive other memories and visit the very first place she'd ever called home. It was also the place she'd found her first crush, developed feelings for someone that had broken her by their abandonment, and earned the scar across the bridge of her nose from exploring a rose bush with Esaro. It was also the place she had chosen Nova over the wolves of Pheonix Maplewood, and right now she was depaiting whether she should've stayed or not. Marauders Keep, while she had made many new friends and grew so very much, had held little to nothing to her; even Nova had gone off to do better things. 
She'd stopped and layed down next to a rose bush-the rose bush, she knew, despite having no proof-and thought about such things. Would her future have been better following the pack from this golden place? She cried, voicing her guilts outloud for the first time, but another sound drowned out even her own breathy sobs. 
They were sadder than hers-not out of guilt, but such sadness that it nearly broke Grace's fragile heart in two. The russet yearling stood and, with a last wistful sniff to the bush, limped forward to where she swore Saena's den used to be. It never once occured to her that it would actually be the ex alpha of the maplewood woods, and so when she got there, announcing herself with but a chuff before poking her head in.
Her golden eyes went wide with amazement, and partly fear once she remembered that Luke might just be lurking close. What was Saena doing here.... And where was the pack? Did it relate to why she was crying? Questions flooded her mind, but the only thing she could manage was a mumbled, 
                        "S-Saena?"