Emberwood No one's here? Good.

Grace had gone out exploring, finding herself in a wide expanse of herbal growth. Refreshing her knowledge of the things surrounding her, the russet yearling wandered down the glade. When she finally broke from it, pulling her black faded underfur free of some wild tendrils, looking around her surroundings, she found herself in a thick copse of trees she would know later to be Emberwood. As soon as she opened her jaws, prey scent flooded her and she looked around, yellow eyes shining at the possibility of a good meal. She'd been in the pack only a night, still a stranger to all but Saena. She'd seen many wolves as she stalked her way around, but had been too fearful to do anything but run to her den as night fell. It'd been weird, spending a night in a community place. At first, she'd found it worrisome, untrusting of the wolves around her. However, as the moon rose higher in the sky, the sounds of soft breathing and faint whispers of nose soon lulled her to sleep; Grace was sure she'd soon find it a comfort of pack life, assuming she stayed here. She liked the lively, bright maplewood trees of the Phoenix packs territory; she felt that it , the warm colors seemed to relieve some of her stress. Stalking heavily off through the trees, Grace began to track down an unfamiliar prey scent.