Broken Antler Fen it's a sunny and relaxing holiday

As much as Tanto loved his ragtag flock of wolves and half breeds, there was a downside to travelling with a bunch of quadrupeds — their distinct lack of wings. While he sailed and soared effortlessly above them, the poor canines down below had to trudge through mud and snow alike, their travel made ever so painfully slow by their anatomical disadvantages. Still, the bird loved his adopted family, and so that was why he scouted far ahead of the group, above the trees and over the stretches of grassy plains in search of a place they could finally rest (away from the muck and mud of the fen).

However, the place he did find was much too far to walk in a single day, and he was sure Mumble and Sprig were already growing tired of the girls' constant complaining of sore paws and choruses of are we there yet? So with a wide, sweeping U-turn, Tanto made his way back to the group, arriving just in time to hear Sprig's call for a pit stop.

The bird let out a warble to announce his presence, flying in low over Smudge and Maty who seemed to be leading the group (as they usually were), before circling around Mumble and alighting upon his head — one of his favourite perches. "Sprig right," Tanto chirped, beginning to preen the twisted, dirtied hair behind Mumble's ears. How did mud get all the way up here? "Fen stretches far, much far-er than wolf legs go." At this, he gave a soft trill of a chuckle.