Broken Antler Fen culling voices

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Her mind eased as she approached the familiar setting. As the earth softened beneath her paws, the raucous cries of waterfowl and amphibians rose, distant yet all around. She carried herself with an air of tiredness toward the borders of Brecheliant, her physique slouched lower even than the first time she had come, a couple of months ago now. The sense of defeat she carried with her was now twofold, weighing on her visibly.

The first time, she and her brother had been separated. Only a few days passed before Livia decided she could not live comfortably in this pack knowing he might be lost, hungry and alone, while she enjoyed the spoils of communal living. 

But he was nowhere to be found. 

So she came again alone, and many times as exhausted. She couldn't think about her brother any more, not for a while. The young she-wolf sat back on bony haunches and sent a call into the damp wilderness. Her voice, if slightly ragged and unclear, was loud, to ensure that she was heard.