Broken Antler Fen Running Never Helps

Anyone is welcome to join, though I am warning now that Ambrosia will be very emotional and down. Perhaps some touchy subjects. But she needs friends other than Sebastian in the pack whether she likes it or not! :D  Maybe @Pearl ? 

Midnight. Though once one of her favorite things, the word itself was now spoiled, had been for months. The word no longer meant the time of day that she had to herself, no. It held embarrassment, hurt, confusion. In her mind, Midnight had ruined her life; more so than most would give credit for. Where before, Ambrosia would walk about her homeland, carefree and often in the company of her father, without a care in the world, these days were different. Painfully different. The fen was nice, the tan and black she-wolf had accepted it as her home the moment Sebastian offered, nor did she regret such a decision. But the male Midnight had taken away what she'd strived to become. She'd never wanted to leave her birth pack, her station as lead protector even at such a young age. The daughter of the alphas! What reason had she for leaving, suddenly and unannounced? Pregnancy, or rather the aftereffects on herself. Puppies she never asked for by a male she didnt accept, all over a squabble she to this day didn't know. Pieces of the puzzle kept falling, despite Ambrosia's fighting to change them. A dead litter, one survivor: one such survivor that had claimed the young females heart and caused her life to be even MORE turned upside down. There had been no place in the pack for the pup of a rapist, even if her mother was the daughter of an alpha. She would have been treated unfairly, judged based off of who her father had been. Her own mother, who had caused the scars over her eye, could not even look at her without fear.
Taking off in the dead of night with her pup was the best thing Ambrosia could have done for Brandy, though one of the worst burdens she'd ever have to carry. Abandoning her pack, her mother and father, her sister, not to mention the post of lead protector. All for one pup, one little female that deserved a fair and equal life. It put a heavy burden on the young female, and it showed clearly now that she had time to think of it. Before, there was always something to be done: hunting for her pup, keeping her safe and hidden, raising her alone and with no other siblings. Once she got older, it was no longer about protecting her but teaching her to protect herself. Not to mention always on the move. Now that they'd joined a pack, had time to themselves, and Ambrosia no longer had anything to keep her mind from her memories, they wouldn't relent. Each one cut like a knife to her heart, remembering what all the left behind. 
Ambrosia slunk across the fen, heading unintentionally towards the lake. Her head and tail dragged as she moved slowly, lemon eyes dull and glossy with sadness. Now that she was, presumably, on her own, she didn't need to look strong. She could break down and look as depressed and lost as she was. There was no doubting that she needed some sort of help, but nothing physical like a wound. It couldn't be that easy on her, of course not. She was scarred further than any wound could reach, and it could be years until she was truly healed.