Broken Antler Fen Fishing is key

The howl had pulled her from the borders, where she'd been out looking - not for anything in particular, admittedly, but it'd been good exercise. Since spring had begun Nova had spent more time out of the densite out mapping and scouting the stars and was beginning to notice certain things. The stars were much the same, in some ways. She'd see the same ones at certain points and they shifted slowly - but together. Like their pack. All different identities but together they were something else that was beautiful. 

Nova changed her course and headed to her father, bumping her snout against his chin pleasantly before she peered towards the water. "Papa," She greeted warmly, tail giving a few wags before she returned her gaze to his expectantly; she'd always been a curious sort and was wondering what he'd brought them here for.