Broken Antler Fen Getting Acquainted

Ambrosia nodded, storing the names in her head to call upon later. She would seek out the other wolves of the future pack, make friends; they had to be okay if Sebastian suggested them. Faced with the probability of having a family and friends again, the she-wolf realized just how lonely she'd been as her heart ached to once again share prey with friends, to hunt and share dens again. A chill ran through her, tail quivering as it wagged behind her in excitement, and she couldnt help but dig her nails into the earth. "I'll be sure to find them eventually. Is there a specific camp, or will there be later?" It would be much easier to find said wolves if they all slept in the same area. But she knew of packs that had dens spread throughout the territory too, Ambrosia preferred a camp setting and assumed Brandy would too; it offered better protection and more socialization, plus a set place to bring prey every night for hunters like Brandy and one place for guardians like Ambrosia to defend. Chosing not to be worried about Sebastians father, she flicked an ear and dropped that subject.