Broken Antler Fen ticking clocks

Brandy was more of a morning riser than a night owl-she'd been up for a few hours already when Kalita called for her. It wasn't like the last time, when they'd met hunting, this was a call for the Valentine specifically. The warrior came in from one of her rare border patrols, wondering what she was needed for, but happy to be of use nonetheless. She strode across the fen proudly, eventually coming to the other yearling with a wide, warm grin. 
                 "Hey Kalita, what's up?"