Bearclaw Valley Green, green thunder and the loud, loud rain

Ancelin moved forward to investigate but by then, Ameline had caught sight of the twinkling eyes of wolves within the den. She glanced to her mate, who seemed thus far unaware  of them, and couldn't help but smile faintly. One of the youngsters moved forward, and peered out, belly to the ground. Ameline took a step forward, tail swinging but paused when a voice called out. 

She turned her head to see another about her age, one who spoke a word that sounded like a jumble of syllables. She was potentially the same age as them, and looked friendly enough, and was given a soft chuff. 

It was slightly uncomfortable, finding this many wolves in one place- but the pale woman seemed friendly, and the children looked to her for explanation. 

She offered them a warm thrum of her voice, in reassurance. They were this year's brood, and a late one by the looks of it. She couldn't help but wonder where their mother might be as she reached to exchange scents with them.