Broken Antler Fen Shy-Guy

Brandy was out on another one of her adventures. This one brought her to the base of a thick, massive tree, scored down the bark with the memory of Brandy's angry claws. In the branches just above, a grey squirrel seemed to be taunting the yearling. Yipping and barking madly, Brandy was flinging herself up the tree to snap just hairs away from the fuzzy creature before falling back to her paws. The bronze and red she wolf paced circles around the tree, hoping to find any sort of way up the tree. Unfortunately, she wasn't finding such a thing, only making a lot of noise and attracting attention to her. Not the best idea, seeing as she was in her first heat. She didn't know the ruthlessness of some, the weakness of others. A male could have many reasons to take advantage of her, but Brandy didn't seem to worry. Though she was growing well, she would have no chance fighting off a fully grown male, not for another four plus months of living well and training her body further.