Haunted Wood meet me in the middle

Brandy was more than frustrated today, as unstable as ever, and absent minded. She wandered far from the Fen that day, grumbling to herself and stalking her way into a creepy forest. For the first time in many months, the copper female felt the trained warrior rise in her belly and demand to be satisfied. Perhaps it was the pent up energy, but it would likely be either a hard lesson learned or a victory to quell the beast. 
The famine was over, and life was normal again. The Fen was coming back as thick as ever, and the influx of prey had done well on her muscled frame.