Broken Antler Fen Here

After coming from the bleak, grey forests, Ambrosia had looked for the next body of water for her and her daughter; coming across a lake. The orange-tan and black she-wolf couldnt tell if there were border marks here, and hoped they'd found an unclaimed piece of land. If not, well, then she hoped that any wolves they met werent mean; Ambrosia had had enough of aggression, suddenly wishing she were home again but shooing the thought away in the same moment. When they reached the shore, she stopped and laid down with a plop, dipping her muzzle into the water and drinking gulps of water. She was exhausted. When Brandy lied down behind her, Ambrosia lay back on her shoulder and laughed, relaxing for the first time in a while.