Broken Antler Fen Evening Adventures

Brandy smiled and trotted off, tail wagging as she sniffed around with her mouth slightly open. She was glad Kinra had agreed, but couldn't help but miss the way the silver she-wolf looked at her. The fiery bronze and russet she-wolf kept an eye on her, but at the same time rationalized that Brandy was raised differently than Kinra, and they were bound to think each other odd at some points if they became friends. Brandy just focused on where she was going, for once, being sure to also listen to her surroundings. "So, where are you from?" She spoke over her shoulder as she glanced around the darkening marshlands for anything interesting, anything worth remembering or making a landmark of. "I was born a few weeks North of here, though I only lived there a few hours before my mother took me to raise me as a loner. That was nine, almost ten months ago." She chatted like a lively little sparrow, trying to make friends with the silvery female. However, lacking social skills due to being raised a loner, Brandy probably sounded more awkward than kind; though she at least hoped the message was conveyed.