Emberwood No one's here? Good.

Grace hesitated for just a moment before nodding. Laika's excitement seemed to be all the encouragement the red she-wolf needed. The faded black female limped forwards a few steps, urging the others to move. She'd come this far: she was determined to make friends and be more comfortable, even if it was awkward and stressful for the under socialized yearling.
         "I'll come with you. Three wolves are better than two, we can catch more prey to bring back."
Her words, though shaky, were firm. She seemed to be convincing herself, but she sincerely wanted to hunt with Laika and Spring. She wanted them to be friends and to show them that she wasn't just a nervous, ditsy little pup who didn't know what she was doing. Hunting could make up for her wandering outside the territory, even if she did no real harm.