Broken Antler Fen No Longer A Problem

Ambrosia lost herself in thinking as she finished the chunk of meat she held. By the time she was done, she seemed to have made up her mind. Already, she seemed a little bit brighter, cheerful. Her mind was off of her memories, off of the burdens on her shoulders; better yet, she would be EXPLORING! For a LIVING! Isn't that cool? Her tail wagged behind her, more genuine this time than the last, and her lemon eyes shone with excitement. Perhaps this would bring out the real Ambrosia, the one she was before all her troubles with Midnight. 
        "If you could tell me a bit about the alphas before I go, that'd be great. We would have to call together a pack hunt to take down a moose."
She tipped her head at him as she asked, knowing it would be the first real pack activity so far in the fen. 
               "Brandy will be sure to enjoy that. She's never taken down anything bigger than a fawn, no need to when you're always on the move. It'll be good experience for her."