Lots of blood. She had to give the she-wolf her credit where it was due. She'd picked the bloodest, juiciest, rabbit to kill and give to Amber. Flicking her ears, she quickly picked up the words this wolf had just said.

“When you apologize do it once, doing it more than once is groveling and shows weakness.” Hmm. So that was her idea about Amber's speech. Suits her just fine, it doesn't even matter to her what the wolf thinks. This wolf probably had an entire pack around ready to kill her if she made a wrong move. Her words, they had simply been an error, not a wrong move thankfully. Then again, a piece of her mind told her she was probably giving this she-wolf far too much credit in the fact of a wolf pack army of sorts. This wolf was probably just alone like her, wandering about. Or maybe like the pup, she had a pack but simply desired a little break from it. That was probably reasonable, think of all the stress packs might give a lady wolf such as her. Then again, what did Amber know, she'd never been in a pack of her own at all. The midnight wolf speaks once more, questioning her aloneness. Like every other wolf within this world, it seems.

“You are young and you seem at a loss, do you enjoy wandering this place all alone?” Honestly? No. But she would not tell this wolf that fact, for being with other wolves needed trust. She'd only trusted her mother. Her mother was dead. There was no-wolf left to trust within this world. No-wolf.

"Yes" Amber spoke softly, her voice still rough from lack of use. How long would stick around?