King Elk Forest when i was a child

Thats fine :3

Something seemed off in his reaction, but Ambrosia didn't look too much into it. Her body, however, stayed on guard, senses cast out for possible danger. The coffee-colored wolf gave her a name, Artuo Fearghal, and her smile didn't falter. For a moment, though, she wondered what to say. This was no mission, not for Sebastian anyway, but she was scouting out the land: that counted for something, right? If Broken Antler Fen ever needed to move, or hunt away from home, Ambrosia would know possible spots! 
         "Are you from around here?"
It was clear that she wasn't, if not before her words. The tawny woman didn't know this land, and clearly wasn't dominant over his presense. If he were to come back, however, he would likely see a different her inside the borders of her home: at least it wouldn't be aimed at him, not unless this conversation went sour. If he was, well she might have to get the hell out of here, but there were no borders that she could remember. Again, she wondered if he would be her newest packmate.