Broken Antler Fen A Shot Of Brandy

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Valtyr had spent the early morning exploring the Fen. The wetlands were vast and it seemed that no matter how far he journeyed, new parts of the territory continued to reveal themselves each day. Hidden pocket of lush greenery and small copses of trees dotted the scrim harmoniously and factured an idyllic setting upon which to meander. The young wolf enjoyed this alone time, however it wasn't long until he spotted the petite amber colored girl, Brandy, perched atop a large heap of boulders.

They had met briefly at the meeting, but Valtyr recognized that he immediately admired the yearling's vim. She was much more approachable than Aduin or Ambroasia (unkown to him that the later was Brandy's mother) and so he loped over to her pile, looking up and squinting as the sun dipped behind her. "What's up, pup?" he called with a smirk, "playing king of the hill?" Brandy certainly wasn't a child — in fact, she was above him in the ranks — but their age gap made for a well-meaning jest... Plus, he liked the rhyme.