Broken Antler Fen A simple hello could lead to a million things

Brandy liked to hope that she was helping a little bit, and Aviana asked about both her mother and the other wolves of the pack. How many WERE there? Sebastian, Pearl, herself and Ambrosia, Aduin, Horosk, Kareja, Val, Stitch, Embry and Odette, right? Plus the woman she stood before, of course.
          "My mom is Ambrosia. As for how many.... Twelve, including us and the alphas, if I'm correct in counting. We're all pretty nice, not to worry."
With a smile, the copper yearling hoped the number didn't daunt the newcomer. It was a lot, when one had been alone for a time, but Brandy had been one easily used to it. She liked knowing people, feeling part of a pack. It was where she belonged, not a lone wolf.