Broken Antler Fen Fitter of the Fittest

Pearl swam around for a bit, twisting about to rid herself of most of the debris from her earlier skirmish with the ground. Kinra suggested getting cleaned up, but it sounded as if there was more to do today. Not that Pearl was against it, but having a schedule in general she found almost restraining. She made a slight face, nodded along with Ambrosia's question, and gathered water in her mouth to spit out. 

Climbing out of the lake dripping wet, Pearl shook off, making her coat fluff out as normal. She watched Ambrosia sit a distance apart from them, a small one at that, but it felt farther. She wanted to make her feel included, but the woman didn't seem to be adjusting to the pack life very well. With a small look of sympathy at the orange girl, she turned back and started to groom Kinra.