Broken Antler Fen On our Doorstep

Brandy scented the male coming just after her mother had stood and stepped over her, worry in her yellow eyes. Brandy stood up as well, but stayed behind her mother and watched from there. She stayed quiet, watching with unmasked curiosity. She, too, was wary; but she was much less worried than her mother. She was confident that her and her mother would be okay against one wolf, even a male. Plus, this wolf didnt seem aggressive, not like others they'd met in the past months. She leaned her head over her mothers soft back, ears perked forward as she listened.