Silver Creek Part Two: Good Intentions

Set to, like, the 25th -- anywhere between the 20th and the 29th, really! Set in the Silver Creek forum just to get Silver Creek wolves -- she's technically still in King Elk forest, but she can likely be seen/scented from the borders.  

The days went by in a blur -- her temporary cache was filled with what was left of her Strath stash, seeds bundled and dried herbs wrapped together -- but all was well so far. Seeing as she hadn't been chased off yet, it was good, and it was only a matter of time before she would be able to cross the borders. Already, her scent was becoming thicker here -- the past few days of wandering around the scentline had presented her scent to the pack, letting them know she was here and ready to mingle. 

There was no change in her worries though -- even though it'd been Saena to attack, to claim half the vision in one of Grace's golden eyes, the yearling found herself feeling bad. The snowy woman must've been crying over her children -- and the only thing Grace did was poke her face into the den. She'd meant well, if only the former leader could have heard her out: they could have reminised on the good days, peaceful in the maplewood. She could have explained to the rust-marked woman that it'd been Luke to drive her away, even if Nova's presence closeby had been a pull -- had they have stayed in the maplewood, Grace might not have abandoned them. It'd never been anything against the others -- not even Saena for turning away her mother. 

Sighing, Grace plopped to her stomach, allowing her hind legs to curl under her and stick out to the side but her forelegs sticking out before her neatly, framing the face she set between them. Her golden gaze roamed over the borders and into Silver Creek from where she was sprawled before her temporary tree-root den, wistful, but as usual she didn't call for any company. Whoever found her would find her.