Phantom Hollow Little Travels

It wouldn't have surprised her for Aduin to press about going back, or to even have him decide to go back, but she was perhaps unfairly surprised when her mate pulled closer. She smiled at his touch, turning her face to him and momentarily nuzzling his neck in appreciation. It wasn't that she was scared and needed him there, but he constantly showed her the affections of a proper mate that growing up a loner didn't teach her. While it also made her a little upset to think about how she'd treated him in the past, she was just glad to be learning. 

                              "I wouldn't have met you if we hadn't been turned away. I might've been like her, too."

At this, Brandy wrinkled her nose. Was she more likely to have developed that way or would she and Ambrosia have rebelled? They very well might've still fled from the woods, ended up at borders of a fully formed Fen.

Either way, the yearling padded on into the territory, tail raised over her back and head high. Now so dreamless now, am I Malice? Your pack probably fell apart. If only she knew the female was now the Lady of Arthendal, with a mate and kids of her own!