Phantom Hollow New wolves

@Malice @Cogitemus

A large, long-furred, tan-orange she wolf was standing beside a river, scanning her surroundings every minute or two with shining lemon-colored eyes. Ebony fur covered her ear tips, mouth, chest, underbelly, and under her tail; also marking three of her legs. The female paced along an invisible line, slightly opening her mouth to scent the border she knew was there. A pack border, not one she knew. 
The female had been raising her daughter alone the past nine months after leaving her old pack, but she was growing lonely. She had her daughter, of course, but she knew that the two of them needed more than each other. Her daughter had rarely been around other wolves, but Ambrosia made sure she was socialized properly. 
Ambrosia was shaken from her thoughts as her daughter stepped up beside her, snapping a twig. It was very, very quiet in this part of the territory, to most it would be weird and unsettling. However, it didnt seem to bother the older of the two she-wolves. Ambrosia felt at home in the dark, cool forest; even liked the soundless forest. It allowed her to hear further, better, to know ahead of time when to expect company. She shared a glance with her daughter before loosing a howl into the echoey, grey forest, calling for an alpha.