Emberwood No one's here? Good.

Grace caught scent of the she-wolves just before they pushed out of the undergrowth. The russet female pinned her ears and curled a lip in warning at the strangers before she realized they weren't really strangers; they were her packmates. They smelled of Saena, and the maplewood scent she'd come to enjoy very swiftly. She thought she remembered seeing them the night before but couldnt be sure. She relaxed her face, letting her ears swivel around to listen for anymore wolves. "Hello...." Eyes the color of molten gold were anything but warm, but shielded and distrustful if not downright afraid. She anxiously clawed the ground as she shifted her weight, glancing at both females and watching their body language. "I'm of the Phoenix Maplewood pack. You two smell as if you have been for a while, no?" She spoke softly, but obviously was trying to be kind. The poor she-wolf wasn't adapted to being nice or friendly, not after her first year of life. The twisted, severely scarred left hind leg was a sign of that. ; but the faded black she-wolf was making no attempt to hide it as she had at first. If the alpha herself had been impressed by her skills, she knew she didnt need to prove this to the other wolves. She did, however, want to make friends here and begin a new life;, so she was trying hard to fit in and be normal.