Broken Antler Fen On our Doorstep

Ambrosia got to her feet as she scented Sebastian, stepping over and standing in front Brandy protectively, but not aggressively; she made sure to keep her orange-tan fur smooth and her tail down, but her head up.  Her lemon eyes looked him over carefully, her ears perked towards him curiously. After her last encounter with wolves around here, she wasn't about to be as open as before. The wary she-wolf spoke kindly, but there was obvious caution in her tone. "Hello. We aren't in your territory, are we? If we are, we didn't mean to trespass. "