Broken Antler Fen No Longer A Problem

Ambrosia seemed to sit up a little straighter at his thanks, tail thumping on the earth behind them. She was, obviously, a female who needed to stay busy and serve her pack to be content. She ran on the happiness of those she served. Now that she didn't have a pup to coddle and raise, there was too much time on her paws and nothing to fill her time-and mind. Sebastian had effectively helped such a problem in a way she wasn't aware of. It wasn't protection in the way she was used to, but that just took another perspective. She wouldn't be physically protecting the fen, but preventing it from getting that far.
       "I'll go searching for a nice big pair later. Thank you, Sebastian."