Bramblepoint Ramblefoot

Brandy was out traipsing through the snow giddily when she realized she'd left the Fen behind her -- she wasn't too far, but as she entered the cover of trees and a thinner layer of snow, her canter slowed and she was able to pick up the scent of another. It wasn't the warrior that pushed her forward but the playfulness of a young girl in the snow looking for a playmate.

As the pale woman came into view, she witnessed her stepping on a concealed branch to yelp and sit back. Flaring her nostrils to take in the scent of the other, smiling softly and waving her tail in friendliness. 


             "You okay?"