Broken Antler Fen You float like a feather

@Phox 

It was good to return to a place you thought of as home - Wraen felt a mix of giddiness and eager happiness, when she covered the last few miles that stood between her and the familiar tree-line of the Broken Antler Fen. She had not spent there too much time, but it already seemed as if she had known the area for a very long time. Maybe because the most recent memories about it, where mostly happy ones. Reunion with Arcturus, conversations about dragons with Maia, meeting friendly strangers and making them feel welcome here, even if the territory did not belong to anyone yet. There was a little nagging fear too that someone else might come and claim home here before they managed to get enough numbers for the ranks, but, when she arrived at the forest edge, no new scents greeted her, no fresh footprints in the snow, no messages left for them to read and interpret. 

Wraen would have gone straight to her den, had it not been for the sound of a large animal walking nearby. Curious she turned around and scanned the landscape in the dim light (it was late afternoon and sun was about to set, hard to tell from the cover of the clouds), and spotted a moose cow and her almost grown calf, ploughing through the snow, heading to the clearing, where young spruce and fir trees were growing. Quietly she got to her feet and stalked after the pair. Not so much in an attempt to hunt them down (for a wolf her size that would be reckless), but rather to find out, whether there were more of these large animals and did they frequent the fen.