Broken Antler Fen No Longer A Problem

Ambrosia nodded, still a little downcast as she ripped off another bite. She, too, had noticed the scent. The borders were defined, and each of them carried the scents of the wetlands and their home, as well as their scents mingling. They were Broken Antler Fen, but Ambrosia felt out of place and it showed. When Sebastian approved her scouting, suggested the jobs that came with it, she found herself nodding. That would be a more suitable thing for the tan and black female to spend her time doing. 
      "I would definitely be happy to help swell out ranks. Don't worry, I'll let you know somehow when I leave be it by howl or through mg daughter if I cant find you. When would I be going and to where?"
She knew little of the trade, but was very willing to learn.