Broken Antler Fen Evening Adventures

Brandy smiled, pleased to know she couldnt do something that the older she-wolf couldnt. So far, she really liked Kinra, wagging her tail as she scented with her mouth open. The bronze, cream and russet female was trotting along, beaming in pride, when the scent hit her. Seconds later, Kinra stopped and asked if Brandy could smell it. Seeing the challenge clearly, the young wolf was furious that she couldnt put a claw on it. She'd scented it one other time, but her mother didn't bother to pursue. What had she called it.... No use dealing with pigs she'd said. Pigs!
         "A pig?" 
Brandy spoke with her head tipped, yellow eyes watching the knight for an indication of approval or denial; she recognized that Kinra could teach her things not even her mother could, and if she could then she would be a better packmate for it. She knew, however, that she wouldn't be hurt by denial or the tough process of learning, and would just let it strengthen her.