Phantom Hollow New wolves

Brandy saw another wolf show up and pawed at her mother to let her up as she shifted, and sighed in relief when the tan-orange she wolf actually moved. She scrambled to her paws, backing up easily as her mother pushed her and shook out her pelt. The silence of the woods was finally getting to her, and she struggled to hear anything but the wolves gathered. She hated the bleak greyness off everything, the lack of life. She had to listen to the only sound, the other wolves talking. She fought not to say anything, keeping her head and tail low like her mother. She didnt like this, not at all. She didnt understand the aggression of the strange wolves.