Phantom Hollow Wait until you see the rest of my forest

There she was, surrounded by dirt and grass and spring flowers. Though the scent was the nicest thing she had ever scented (after the sweet aroma of milk) she wasn't about to make this her death bed. Curling her head she watched one of the other spawn that had been with her ever since she escaped the warmth of Mother's womb. Shakily did she get up, puppy blue eyes now focused on the shadow that had been watching the Spiderlings explore the outside world. Rrroof. She let out, one of her first noises to resemble that of an actual wolf, but far from fierce and menacing like she had intended it to sound.