Phantom Hollow New wolves

The smaller of the two she-wolves, Brandy, stepped up beside her mother as she stopped pacing. Seeing the far-away look in Ambrosia's eyes, the bronze, cream, and rust female stepped on a twig. The small little sound seemed giant in the bleak, silent forest. Her mother startled, looking over at her daughter and meeting eyes. After a moment, the she-wolves wordlessly seemed to agree on something and the older of the two howled for an alpha. As Brandy waited, she looked around the greyness. She was a little anxious at the silence, but she knew she would eventually adapt to it and come to love it.