Hushed Willows Were Not Broken, Just Bent, And We Can Learn To Love Again

@Harlyn ? Maybe Grace could learn about her religion? She's found herself feeling pretty low.

The sun was dipping low in the sky, nearly touching the horizion, when Grace settled down for bed. She'd taken Nova's spot, a slight dip in the stone, and the fact that it barely smelled like her mother anymore brought the yearling to tears. Ten minutes after laying down, Grace slunk out of the Crook with a tear-soaked face. She doubted her self worth, and her worth to the pack: did they care for her, or was she a nusance for her gimpy leg and inability to fight? Sure, she hunted every so often, was an official Hunter. Soon, she'd be a Caregiver too. 
Yet there was a void in Grace's soul she was unable to fill. She'd misread it as bad feelings and spun it into more doubts, more anxiety. While before, she'd been more confident than ever in her life, she was now being dragged down by depression. 
Perhaps Kirin could help her? Alas, she didn't know where he was, or if he was busy or not. 
Settling in a hollowed out willow a distance from the Crook, Grace let herself sob and sob, but it seemed that crying wasn't enough to dispel her stress. A fear of someone finding her was buried deep in the back of her mind, but her subconsious kept her volume to a level nobody would hear from their nests in the Crook. No thoughts went to those night owls still out and about.