Phantom Hollow New wolves

Ambrosia's muscles tensed at the she-wolfs harsh words, and her tan-orange fur bristled in alarm; her ears pinned but she made sure not to show her teeth or look aggressive. She'd hoped that, by being friendly, she and her daughter might not have to deal with aggression and dominance. She knew that these two were, obviously, in charge, and had no wish to change that. She lowered her tail, but didnt tuck it, and made sure her head was level with her shoulders. She silently prayed that her daughter kept her mouth shut, there wasnt a thing she could do against two alphas if the younger wolf spoke out of turn. "I'm good with defense fighting, over other things. I'm a mother, I could take care of pups that need a mother, or just for mothers that need to leave camp." Ambrosia tried not to make direct eye contact, averting her lemon eyes to the ground. Every bone in her body burned at the effort of submitting, however slight, but she knew they needed to join a pack. She hoped they werent getting into a bad pack....