Broken Antler Fen No Longer A Problem

The mention of a patrol brought her ears up and her lemon gaze to his pale one, tail tip wagging just a few times before stilling again. 
           "You can call on me for a patrol anytime Sebastian. I'd be thrilled to join in and pull my weight."
At the mention of plants, she quieted and imagined her life before, training to be the best lead protector, and that possible future. Plants sure seemed dull compared to that. After taking the last bite and chewing carefully, thinking about what she wanted to do, she ripped off another chunk. She wasn't sure the botanist life would be one she could focus on, just working with plants. She needed to keep herself active, moving, and in the action: learning about plants didn't seem so appealing. Travel, however, did. The female was obviously mopey and down, perhaps keeping her paws on the move would remedy such feelings. 
               "Perhaps a scout of sorts though, that might be something to look into."