Continuing her travels, the weather at least still cloudy, Amber thought about packs. It was true she did not desire one, but these, Gypsies, had come of great interested. Maybe the hot weather was clouding her mind, for she hadn't seen water for a while. Whatever these thoughts, were, she was all ears. Gypsies would be very interesting to meet up with and join, hunting with them and learning the ways of a gypsy. Or maybe she already knew such ways, and had yet to apply them to her life. Stopping at a very little forest pool, Amber lapped the water greedily. A low thunder echoed above her and all signs showed it was to be a summer thunderstorm that was above her. Perfect travelings weather by all means. Gazing around the land, she tried to find if even a scent of any other wolf, besides that pup, was anywhere near her.

Catching something, she began to follow it at a trot, forgetting the rest of her drink all together. Her paws sank into the ground quiet nicely, and she was happy to believe the rain would come soon. On the move, she was quick to start panting quicker, and had to believe a few of her pounds came from her pelt, thick and unneeded here.
Swiveling her ears, she listened for the sound of another wolf, even though she was much more likely to be found, wandering blindly and panting like crazy the way she was.