Broken Antler Fen A Shot Of Brandy

@Val : If you're up for it, Brandy could always use new friends. If not, anyone is welcome.

Brandy was bored, and with nothing to do that meant she was prone to get into some form of trouble. This time, it seemed it would be another bout in climbing. Not trees, however, but a tumble of rockfall that was just too enticing to pass up. The bronze female coiled the muscles in her hindquarters, springing up and scrabbling herself onto the top of the lowest boulder. This was great! Already, she was feet off the sloping ground, and her fiery paws carried her higher. It wasn't going to bring the same satisfaction that climbing a tree would, but that was a test for later. Now, the copper and cream wolf was reaching the top of the little rockpile, finding herself lonely and rather bored by herself. Would another of Broken Antler Fen wander to the reaches of the territory to find the pile of rocks and the yearling that scaled it, or would she have to call for someone to see what she'd found? Her lemon gaze reached across the fen, wondering if she could see anyone. Friend, foe, or in anyone otherwise.