Broken Antler Fen First Report

Ambrosia was cursing to herself as she searched the fen for her alpha. She let loose a howl for @Sebastian and hoped he was close. She'd forgotten to discuss her first mission with him at the borders, and she just hadn't seen him afterwards. The mission, of course, hadn't been much. Not crucial, and certainly hadn't been dangerous even if it'd had the potential to be. She was still upset that she hadn't met the alpha male, but Fox stood out in her mind like a cardinal in a flock of crows. For some reason, she had it set in her mind that she'd have ended up exactly like Fox if she'd have stayed home.... Why? No idea. Her fierceness in defending what was hers, maybe? The obvious picture of a happy, healthy female who now ruled over her own wolves? Many things came to mind, but the black and tan female just couldn't decided which one of the many possibilities was likely. She continued to stalk across the southern art of the fen, coming close to the borders and looking out for any trespassers or joiners.