Broken Antler Fen Finally, Some Alone Time

Brandy wasn't as confident as Aduin was in Seb's approval, but she was still set on having her family - she just hoped they didn't have to leave to do it. The yearling rubbed her muzzle against his as her mate came closer, humming fondly. Her mother would be thrilled, yes, but Brandy also knew it would make her sad - not just from feeling old, but maybe from being alone too. 

                "I wonder if she'll ever have puppies again.... She's still young."

The worry for her mother passed swiftly - now she could just imagine her little Addy babies running around. In this very field, even, bursting from the feathery nest and running wild across the fen. They, unlike her, would hopefully be raised in pack lands. They would be able to play and have fun and wander, they would know stability - all things Brandy hadn't known all that well as a puppy. Ambrosia had always kept her close, had always been on the move, always way too worried about being safe. Tail thumping against the earth with soft thuds, the yearling whined in joy: why couldn't this just be happening now?

                                        "I'd like to have them here - not just the fen, but our den right here. It's not far from the Cove, but still far enough that we could raise our family in peace."