Spotting not one, but two wolves with a similar scent made Amber weary. If they were part of a pack, if this was pack land, then she was clearly in trouble. Going to growl, the first male speaks quiet clearly to her.

"Hello there. I'm Sabriel, this is Kellin. You seem new around these parts. Would you like a tour guide?" the sound is light, yet still carries the normal sound of male speech. She hasn't heard speech in much a long time, except for today it seems everyone wishes to chat with her. The silly pup, and now the wolf boy twins. He sounds welcoming enough, but she is very unsure and decideds to act brave for this talk.

"No. I am fine. But I would like the company. My last company was a pup" She speaks with some kind of hidden authority, but with nothing to hold up, what is she speaking from? The voice she uses is rough from lack of use, since rabbits and deer don't care to chat before they die. Thinking back, Amber might actually come to like this land if there is this much chat around. Maybe she could make a temporary pack. The pup had spoken of gypsies like a common thing. She had yet to see some, but maybe that is what she was. A gypsy.