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

She hunched her shoulders, thoroughly done with this territory. Just as she was about to stalk off through the mud, a voice breached the silence, amiable and out of place. She twisted, gaze settling quickly on a black wolf, though in the faded light she couldn't tell too much else about her. The girl's words quickly filled in the gaps, however, and Dawn canted her head curiously. She replied in turn, voice light, and a slightly bemused grin on her muzzle. "Dawn - another alpha's daughter, among others." She wouldn't claim there were many, though; not yet, at least. 

 "are you a scout?" she asked, wondering why this girl would be so far south. she hadn't expected to meet anyone in this place, and if so, some sort of swamp wolf or something of the like; not a Moonspear wolf. "or do you frequent this sh- fen?" Dawn stopped short of calling the fen what she truly believed it to be, though her mild disgust as she surveyed the place said enough about her feelings for it.