Broken Antler Fen if you were church, i'd get on my knees.

I have too many characters in this area, cannot resist

Bridget was a big fan of these new digs.  The trees were thick enough to remind her of home, but there was water everywhere.  And while some wolves might mind that, she was thrilled, because that meant 'hollllyyyyy shit think of the duck hunting this spring'.

For now, the lakes were iced over.  She was tempted for a brief moment to try her luck on the surface, but getting a dunk and drowning so soon into joining had to be bad manners.  So instead she went for a jaunt closer to the edge of the fen.  Where she would then, at some point, run into Penn.  (Between Penn, Fenn, glen, and fen my brain just...)

She recognized him from the meeting they'd had, and he seemed to be right around her age (if a little younger).  Perfect.  Hey, you! She called out, jogging to catch up.  You got a name?  Sorry, didn't get to actually really meet anyone at that meeting before.  She laughed, a little breathlessly.  I'm Bridget.