The press paw pace she had used wore off into her well labored trot she'd used for days now. Thankfully, before the sun had set for that day, the sky had opened up. Rain fell down strong and hard, and without a spec of light, Amber had sought shelter. Searching, she was calm, walking slowly, swinging her head, looking. A day or travel, and cold rain seeking her flesh through her pelt, she desired a place to rest for the night. Not a single smell was able to be traced, and ground had grown very soft. Soon her legs had been covered in brown of marsh mud.

Finding a rocky cave, save the few rocks here, was hard here. Looking about, she saw something through the fleeting light of the moon, which lit up her dark, blind world. A few sticks and tress, fallen, made a type of shelter such like a small cave. It would do for tonight, but no longer. Looked like it might even fit three wolves under it. Crawling into the shelter, her fur was completely ruined. The faster she found a liquid to swim in, the better for her. Resting her chin upon her muddy paws, she gazed into the ink black night before her, trying to catch a dream. Trying to sleep. The valley she'd heard of, had to be very close.