Broken Antler Fen Perhaps a Bad Habit

Brandy slipped out of the den, her copper, cream and red fur ruffled with sleep. She blinked her yellow eyes a few times, to both adjust them to the light and to clear the night gunk from them. Kinra started speaking of treats, and her attention was drawn to a strawberry bush not far from the females. It took her a minute of thinking and another to find her voice again, still heavy with sleep.
           "I think they'd need more sunlight than the Cove can provide for it, but perhaps at one of the main entrances? Like, beside the path or something?"
She didn't think that it being in their sleeping grounds was a bad thing, were it placed correctly, but she worried it would die and Kinra would feel bad. Plus, who knows if they'd find another one. She wanted badly to pluck one of them from the leafy bush now, but figured it to be rude and instead waited.