Broken Antler Fen Getting Acquainted

Ambrosia listened quietly, tipping her sharp-featured head at word of the knight. "A knight? That sounds interesting. I assume it's like a protector or a guardian, right?" Such a wolf could be a great asset to any pack, especially a new one in need of fighters to protect new boundaries. Ambrosia felt a twinge of happiness, knowing she was a wolf as such: specifically trained to fight and protect her pack. But as Sebastian spoke again, she felt her heart try to leap through her throat. Sighing but smiling slightly, the long furred she-wolf flicked her tail and looked around again. "No, you're in the right. I-Its just.... I haven't had a friend in a long, long time, before I even left my home. But I've got no right being wounded that a wolf I barely know doesn't want a stranger tagging along your every move like a moony pup." Her words seemed harsh, but her tone was light and amused, her lemon eyes sparkling with mischief. "I do hope, maybe one day, can at the least be friends...." With a little extra emphasis on the "least" and "friends", she trailed off, leaving him to take her words as he pleased. Her yellow orbs betrayed the growing fondness she had for this young alpha, but she kept her mouth shut. As she'd just said, they barely knew each other; Ambrosia assumed she wouldnt be dissapointed.