Broken Antler Fen Any Plans?

Ambrosia sprawled out in a beam of sunlight in the middle of the Fen. She was both listening for any disturbances and grooming her pelt. The rays of light caused her tan-orange fur to light up, ginger as fire, while the inky look of her underfur was intensified. Every few minutes, her lemon eyes scanned in a circle around her. She was a bit lonely, but she knew she couldn't go off on a new adventure without talking to Sebastian first, plus the she wolf had every intention to really put in effort to get to know her pack mates. Now that she had her head right and wouldn't be as mopey, thanks to Pearl, the young female was finally ready and willing to be 100% part of this pack. There was just one problem.... She couldn't figure out just HOW to bond. She could hunt, but she wasn't a hunter. She knew nothing of herbs. Pups and the such she was good with, but there were no beings younger than her own daughter in the pack, who no longer needed a mothers care. Ambrosia was a warrior, a protector! Both in and out of the borders, her job was to ensure her pack was safe. The tawny female let out a soft, lonely howl, calling others in her predicament to her. Maybe another lonely soul would happen to hear her and come, or even just happen across the lounging female. If not, well, then she might just have to play aa few harmless but funny pranks on her family!