Broken Antler Fen Get me some food.

Brandy hadn't been far when Sebastian let out a call, and she was quick to gallop his way. She'd been on the borders where Ambrosia was last talking to her, beginning to worry.
Maybe he'd found food? The copper female was slimming down fast, her already curvy body dipping in even further. Her last rib was clearly visible, but she didn't seem to mind any of it. Hungry as she was, she'd been sustaining herself on bugs and little things like mice that came to eat the locust carcasses. When she could catch them, that is, and perhaps that was less than she'd like to admit. 
 Coming into sight of her massive alpha and slowing to a trot, she let out a low chuff of greeting. There was no prey scent as of now, but maybe they would find some elsewhere. Would the charcoal male be opposed to hunting out of the territory? Would he, too, be worried about her? It'd been about a week now, how long did her missions usually last? And why not go to the alpha first? Surely he'd be displeased.
             "You called, Seb?"