Broken Antler Fen Getting Acquainted

Ambrosia grabbed one of the ducks, laying down by Brandy and ripping out whole feathers carefully to put in her nest before tearing into the cool flesh. It was obvious from the dirty feathers that Brandy had done what she taught her, burying the prey she caught and coming back for it later: it allowed to hunt much more, much faster. The tan and black she-wolf was very proud of her daughter, and partially of herself for teaching Brandy to thrive where she went. The duck tasted great, and it was amazing to have a full belly and know that her nest would be lined with feathers, not to mention on her HOME land again. She felt safe, happy, for the first time in ages and she had Sebastian to thank for that. She'd sprawled out in a dying ray of sunshine to groom when Brandy went into the water, watching her with shining lemon eyes as she stroked her tongue across her silky fur. She hoped Sebastian would stay longer, glancing over at him and smiling kindly.