Broken Antler Fen You Listen To Them. It Works

It's way better than whatever I would've summed up.

     
     Embry padded through the slowly recovering territory of Broken Antler Fen, his blonde coat rippling in the dim sunlight. His sea-green gaze scanned the surrounding terrain with silent submission to the decay of plantlife. This surely will not last. He paused in his tracks at the sight of Aduin, a wolf with whom he had never properly adressed himself. The fellow male looked so serene, so contemplative on the rock, that Embry almost decided against breaking his meditation.

     Hesitantly, though, Embry lifted his head and padded up to the wolf. "Aduin!" He called, dipping his head in greeting. "It's a beautiful day for birdwatching, eh?" Though he meant it as a joke, Embry felt that it was, in some way, not far from the truth. There aren't many days when you can watch something without interruption, and I've just spoiled one. He didn't linger on the thought, pushing them away with a content grin. He was excited to get to talk with his pack's gamma. "Is everything alright? You seemed very focused."