Neverwinter Forest Am I scared or not?

Snowfeather panted as she finally reached to a new place she never seen before, a place where she can start a new life at. Before she steps right into the border of Neverwinter forest, her piercing blue eyes gazed at the surroundings. She saw quite lot of unfamiliar wolves appeared behind the wide, uneven trees, she really hoped she could get to know them. Will they ever accept me? She would think, her father always tell her to be kind, feel grateful to whatever she receives no matter how good or bad it is. She lowered her head to sniff on the grounds to look for scents..Nah, all new. Her heart was racing, she didn't exactly know why. She guessed maybe it was her full excitement for finally being one of the pack members.....What if once I enter, I would be declined? Ignoring her nonsense, she stepped forward and continued walking. Her heart tells her to never look back since hope is where lies beyond, not behind.

The large wolf skirted along the borders, his thoughts only on his current task for the time being. Life was quiet within the forest, and for that he was grateful. Kaskara was pregnant, and the Frostfur could only hope his future nephews and nieces would want for nothing.
 
Moving along, the wolf was only pulled from his reveries by an unfamiliar scent. He came upon her almost sooner than expected, and a light frown marred his usual stoical features as he noted how quickly she was pressing through – was she going to go past his borders?
 
Not relinquishing her the chance to do so, a low warning growl echoed from the beast’s jaws, and quickening his pace, the large Alpha made to cut the ivory female off from her path. “You’re close to passing in to our lands,” he rumbled, his bright eyes studying the she-wolf with scrutiny.