Broken Antler Fen On our Doorstep

Ambrosia smiled, relaxing at his kind demeanor. This wolf surely wasnt like others theyd met, probably because he was trying to start a pack; but hey, she wasnt going to complain. She sat next to her daughter and wagged her tail slightly.  "I was raised a lead warrior, and having a pup at a particularly young age has made me better in ways I never would've imagined. A caretaker for one, and " Ambrosia hoped this pack would work, wondering where they would be when the time came. "Are we the first wolves to come here, or do you already have a camp and others?"