Broken Antler Fen When the river touches the stars above

Brandy only made it to Seb's shoulder before he lashed out - his teeth nearly grazed her muzzle, snapping too close for comfort, but did no physical damage. It scared the hell out of her, and the yearling loosed a fearful yelp, springing to the side with incredulous look at the alpha.

                     "What the hell, I was HELPING. I thought you wanted to teach me about being a Caregiver?"

Her words were cold, confused, and as Pearl showed up, the yearling flinched anoher foot away as if she'd be snapped at again - thankfully, she was wrong, but at this point she was already hurrying away. For a heartbeat, she almost didn't head for the willows Sebastian had ordered her to collect. Grumbling under her breath, she knew better than to disobey a direct order. Stalking her way across the fen, Brandy latched onto a springy branch and tugged. It took a long couple of minutes, but eventually it fell - Brandy broke off the smaller sticks that Sebastian had instructed her to get, and stalked back to where they were waiting.

The yearling didn't come close at all - she stopped many yards away, only just being able to hear, and stood awkwardly in place, avoiding eye contact but waiting until either someone came to get the sticks or she was called forward. Even if she were to be called, she was likely to only bring them a few feet away and then sulk off in the same distance, watching Odette with a worried look but unwilling to even ask again.