Lake Rodney Too long till the weekend

It seemed Brandy, like Lagan, was wandering from her home today -- usually, she was a home-bound soul, but in the past months since she'd returned from the mountains with her mother, her paws seemed to enjoy the wandering moreso even than she -- in the direction of the Caldera. Some part of her always hoped she'd run into Peregrine on neutral territory as to better befriend him, never daring to get even within scenting distance of the Redhawk territory, but it always seemed she met anybody but him. 

Today, that somebody carried the scent of Redhawk Caldera -- excitedly, she hurried in the direction of the lake, trotting into view of the greyscale boy with slight dissaopintment. On the other hand, the grey Blackthorn was young, and Brandy's experience with wolves younger than she were limited to Sebastian and Pearl's pups, having been an only child. She watched him bounce at the water and chuffed playfully as she approached.