Broken Antler Fen there's a fire, there's a flame

The wind buffeted her fur, her hawkish gaze squinted against its gusts. She was alone; she had left her companions to scout ahead briefly, her father's vague directions making her doubt her navigational skills, and wonder if she was leading them too far south. Dusk was falling, obscuring the landscape rapidly, but this was definitely a fen, and south, just as her father had mentioned. The pack, however, was most definitely not here. 

Icy mud engulfed her paws as she tread deeper into the fen, the howling wind and the eeire emptiness giving the territory a melancholy feel. For the first time since the start of the season, she shivered; her thick pelt unable to keep out the frozen sludge. Admitting defeat, she raised her muzzle and howled for @Aditya and @Pema, letting them know that going further south was futile, and she'd be back soon. The mud was foul and, while the territory might have looked lovely in the summer, it was dreary and ugly now; no wonder the inhabitants had moved on.

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