Broken Antler Fen it's a sunny and relaxing holiday

this is shitty but idc @Maty @Mumble @Cali @Sprig Accorsi @Tanto

They had traveled and traveled; why, Smudge did not know. And yet she was eager to accompany her makeshift family. Since she had left Onyx behind, a hole had developed in her heart, which was promptly filled by new friends and guardians. Another yearling might've felt restricted by being under a watchful eye all the time- might've desired to break free and establish themselves as an adult. Smudge was not that yearling, and the accompaniment of older wolves who treated her like a child to be protected was fine by her, even brought her joy. 

For now she had scampered ahead of the group, unknowingly entering a new region in the process. Smudge practically skidded to a halt as something caught her eye in the half-melted snow. The rendezvous spot for deer was perfect in presenting her with the splintered stick of antler which she gathered between her jaws excitedly, whirling around to show off her trophy to whoever had followed mostly closely.