The fact that she no friends could be the understatement of year, honestly. But now, she had joined a gypsy pack, and that was grand and all, but she didn't spend much time with them. If Amber would have known that her mother would do this to her, maybe she would have left a bit sooner. So, not only had she managed to make two male wolves edgy of her, but she might even ruin if for an entire gypsy pack. Deep down, Amber hoped this was not the case, but you never knew with other wolves. They were all so different, for one thing.

With very few words, her voice had not really improved from it's rough sound, and her mistrust had caused her to wander quiet a bit. The press-paw pace that had been set into motion was a bit of a wear on her feet, but the she-wolf payed no heed to the pain. It was only trying to slow her down. But of course, maybe she should take a break. Her throat was getting a bit dry. But where was there any water around here? She was in the middle of the forest, it's eerie quiet all around her. It was very comfortable this time of year, with the fresh, powdery snow all around her. She could of course, lick up this snow for a drink, and Amber guessed that would be alright, but the fact still stood that it would be cold. Still, she would deal with cold easily, due to already feeling comfortable and nicely warm. This warmth was always different than the warmth of fall, spring or even summer. She liked this warm, but the other, not so much. Maybe it was her breeding. Amber would know on her own.

Walking a good few paces, the she-wolf began to lick the snow off a tree trunk, seeing how the angry winds had plastered it there.