Silver Creek Part Two: Good Intentions

There were a few long, silent minutes in which Grace simply lay there, contemplating and worrying, but it was broken by the scent of another growing stronger. Approaching from the yearling's good side, the form of another female was apparent -- had she not been pending approval at the borders of, well, Spring, she never would have believed it was the healer who approached. 

Despite the alpha's seeming friendliness, Grace's ears fanned down and her tail curled to her side in full submission, golden eyes settling on Spring's paws. 

              "H-Hi, Sp-Spring. I've b-been good -- Cas t-told me y-you'd taken o-over after the m-move, congrats."