Broken Antler Fen The Early Bird Gets The Worm

Dawn was near, and yet already movement stirred on the fen. Brandy had risen early, slipping from the wolfpile and stretching out, not bothering to look around and see if shed woken anyone and trotting off. She was hellbent on earning her hunters trade, but that wasn't possible if she didn't hunt. She made an effort wherever she could, scenting almost constantly and having no worries about having to take off in pursuit. She trotted towards the worst of the wetlands, sniffing around for duck. She was thinking, however, of asking @Sebastian to start a group hunt. She wanted to go after one of those moose, but wouldn't do so without a good amount of help. She howled for her alpha but went on tracking, hoping she hasn't scared everything off. No, there! A duck was yanking at something in the ground, distracted. This is it! Brandy fell into a crouch, flattening her ears and lowering her tail, dragging herself forward on silent paws.