Broken Antler Fen Getting Acquainted

@Sebastian 

Ambrosia lay sprawled out on her side, her tan-orange and black pelt glowing as the long, soft fur soaked up heat from the pool of sunlight she was in. Brandy was nowhere to be seen, her scent stale around her mother. Ambrosia stared up at the sky, wondering what it would be like in this pack. Would they have to leave, like every other place? Or would they really be able to call Broken Antler Fen their home? She hoped so. The tan she-wolf had been feeling lonely lately, despite having her daughter around. Daydreams of a mate and pups danced behind her eyes, and the stubborn she-wolf was likely to go for her goals; especially not being able to wander and keep her gypsy soul content. Though she was excited to re-join the routine of things and become a guardian, to fight and protect again, Ambrosia knew she'd always want to wander and would have to be content to daydream again.