Phantom Hollow New wolves

Brandy watched her mother, fear and anger wrestling behind her lemon eyes. She growled low, but soon thought better of it and snapped her mouth shut. The young she- wolf crouched low, curling her tail close to her body and lowering her ears. Her eyes were more angry, but obviously she was smart enough to know what would happen if she stood up to these strange alphas. She didnt like the way they talked to her and her mother, but she didnt dare say so to Ambrosia in front of them. If they did get into the camp, she would talk to her mother then. Brandys long bronze and cream fur hid her deep rusty legs for the most part, only her dark paws showing.  "I'm more of an attacker than a defender, but I'll go wherever I'm told to go and do as well as I can." She seemed to think for a moment before adding,  "I can hunt pretty well too, especially birds or fish."