Broken Antler Fen On our Doorstep

Brandy's pride swelled in her chest too at the big males praise, but stopped at his question. Her mother had been raising her all life for that question, but now that it was out in the air, was she sure on what she wanted? Like her mother, Brandy had a gypsy soul. Her entire life had been nothing but traveling from den to den, then pack to pack; she didn't know what it was to have a loyalty to more than her own kin. But hearing her mother speak, hearing her hopes and dreams for her and her daughter, the pride in her voice; Brandy knew she was ready. When her mother was done talking, she stood and paced a few steps towards the alpha. She spoke sincerely and with pride, her tail wagging with barely contained excitement. "Under my mothers terms, I would gladly pledge myself myself to Broken Antler Fen and you. I've never been part of a pack, but the way my mother speaks of it, I should be honored to be a part of one. You seem like someone who's worth following, someone who deserves to lead."