Broken Antler Fen Long Road Ahead

Normally, Brandy wasn't much to patrol. She took to wandering more inside the borders, tracking potential meals for the pack and mapping out each crevice of the Fen in case anything -- anything -- would ever happen. 
Because she was afraid of Ambrosia getting hurt or, honestly, wandering away, she'd offered to take up the job in her mothers place while she was sick. It was a tedious thing she'd never liked doing more than every so often, but if it meant her mother could recover all that faster, than so be it. Unfortunatley, the tawny woman only kept getting worse -- this was a double blow, seeing as her mother's life may be in danger and she would have to continue this job forever -- and though Brandy was ignorantly hopeful, nobody else seemed to want much to do with Ambrosia. 

Today, the chore became a little less tedious as a dark form appeared in her periphery -- momentarily, she thought it might be Peregrine, but she didn't know possibly how wrong that was -- and the Hunter halted in her steps. Her lemon eyes flicked to Onai, and though a growl of warning threatened to spill from her chest, he was too far away for it to really ignite any territorial urges. The recent influx of fights she'd been in had calmed the warrior, but the sight of the rabbit was enough for her to at least make a show that this was Broken Antler Fen land. Tail curling over her back and ears pressing forward, Brandy watched out his way, but stayed silent, curious.