Broken Antler Fen Thanksgiving Feast

She heard Brandy's howl for the pack and began to make her way towards the female.  Previously she had been taking a nice nap, tired from some swimming in one of the fens earlier.  Now that Brandy's howl had rung in her ears she was up and well rested as she made her way torwards her sepia toned pack mate.  Once she was some feet away the smell of blood grew strong in her nose and so did the scent of a doe, whom she assumed to be injured do to the blood smell.

Her eyes scanned the tall grasses in search of Brandy, quickly finding her, though mostly by scent as well as sight.  She hunkered down and began to stalk towards Brandy, the tall grass mostly concealed Odie, but still from time to time a little bit of stray fluff would peek out, which had been recently starting to enhance into an even fluffier winter coat.

Soon enough she made her way to Brandy's side.  "Hey Brandy," she whispered, "nice find."