Phantom Hollow Back Again

No ambition. Menta thought the concept over, curious as to what exactly the alpha could have meant and what Ambrosia and her daughter had ambition for. She smiled in what she hoped was a sympathetic manner and shook her head. If she was alpha, she would have accepted the female before her on the basis of beauty alone. Probably that meant she should not be alpha any time soon, if ever. The cream had a bit too much of a soft spot and trust for attractive females, and the novel beauty in front of her was no exception.

No, Menta confessed now, agreeing with her sentiment about the lands. It's a little too empty for me. Empty, mocking, bouncing back at her. The land here probably didn't want her either, and it didn't seem to sustain much life at all. My pack is Ryūjin, and it's a bit of a travel from here - and I'm new even there besides. She added that as an afterthought, sorry that she couldn't tell Ambrosia very much about this area at all. 

You and your daughter aren't from around here originally either, then? Menta left the question open ended, curiosity ever urging her to inquire about another wolf's past. A life time living with family members made for dull stories, and it seemed every wolf she ran into around here had a unique story to tell.