Sighing, Amber turned to face the other wolf. It seemed she wasn't going to get rid of her, she might as well be a as boring as possible. Maybe that would repel this, Dragonfly. Sure was as annoying as one, and the she-wolf had only been around those once. It appeared time for names, and so Amber sighed and spoke her own in the voice that was rough, but never changed in any way. Like the wolf herself, basically.

"My name is Liquid Amber. Shorten that how you will. I grew up everywhere". These were of course facts that she hoped were boring. The air was fresh, and the sun was lowering. If she shook this pup fast enough, some traveling could be gotten in. Seeing a group of gypsies had been almost forgotten, and it wasn't like she exactly fit in, but at least with them it was too easy to see.

Amber felt almost too big around most wolves, and that, pack-like wolves were all mixed up. Mother had left her long ago, and a secret hope of raising her own pups had been buried far, far below the surface. It just didn't feel like time, ever, since there was no one she took interest in either. Then again, how many wolves did Amber know?