Broken Antler Fen Fitter of the Fittest

Ambrosia watched as they headed for shore, enjoying the weightless feeling of the water too much to retreat from it just yet. She'd finally stepped from the liquid as Kinra suggested cleaning one another, and the tan she wolf stopped mid step. She didn't want to be rude, but she wasn't comfortable enough with either Pearl or Kinra to let them groom her. So she sat three or four feet from them and began to groom herself. Her lemon eyes raked their surroundings warily, as if expecting danger at any time. 
             "What is planned in the day?"
She decided changing the subject was easier than making herself feel rude for rejecting help and bonding. By the way the knight spoke, she seemed like she had things planned. Was Ambrosia expected to join? She wasn't sure if she was ready for such extended periods of time around others, finding it much harder than her daughter to adjust to pack life. She figured it was easier for Brandy because she'd never known her birth pack, or had any friends. Now that she was faced with a lot of new wolves, she seemed to take to social life easy. Her mother, on the other hand, was finding it hard to socialize with anyone else. She always had, even living as loners; she didn't trust very easily anymore, not to mention couldn't seem to talk to anyone else. She'd been perfectly fine in her birth pack, but these wolves weren't her family, she didn't spend her entire first year of life with them.