Broken Antler Fen Here

"Sebastian," she repeated, dipping her muzzle slightly. "Well met. M'name's Ness," the youth introduced, not bothering to mention were she was from or if she had any particular business here— which she didn't. Bravely, Ness closed the gap between them until she was almost nose to nose with the stromgray wolf, sniffing at him with broad interest. Her tail was lifted and waving, but it was more a reflection of her bold age than a display of dominance. Seemingly satisfied with something, she took a step back, mis-matched eyes peering at curiously. "So what were you thinking about? It seemed pretty deep, whatever it was."