Phantom Hollow Little Travels

It was not often Brandy left the borders, and even in those few trips, she'd either gone alone or with her mother - it was a refreshing feeling, again feeling free, but then presented the uncontrolable feeling that something might go wrong in the Fen. It was this reason that she usually left alone - at least there were other wolves to be there when she wasn't. 

Today, however, Aduin had been with her as her paws began to itch, and she'd been so at ease with him lately that they felt closer - the copper girl didn't leave him behind. Eventually, he just let her go ahead; probably not a good idea on his part, for the aging girl was soon more than a little zoned out and walking without direction. 

Eventually, when things again began to be familiar, Brandy felt a stone drop in her gut - had she stumbled too close to the Caldera pack? 

No. Dread overcame her when the dark, foggy woods finally clicked in her mind - Malice. She'd been here, she'd led the pack that turned her and her mother away. Ears slicking back, a low growl rumbled from her throat - upon finding no border, she was not shy in striding in, tail curled over her back and hackles prickled.