Gazing at the other, younger, she-wolf, Amber could tell she'd been rude. She really did not care right now. Instead, since this wolf was leaving, it might be best to say good bye. Or something, before they left on the wrong note. Of course, what was she going to say anyway. Don't die in the cold weather? Try not to drown? See you later? Good riddance? None of those sounded right at all. Then again, if this wolf traveled, was she part of the gypsies? Worth a shot, honestly, since nothing could truly go wrong here.

"Good bye, Dragonfly. See you at the next gypsy meeting I should think" amber told the younger wolf before turning and trotting away. The cold wasn't going to last, it would be best to keep traveling around. At least, while it was comfortable and she didn't have to switch to night tracking. That would be a complete pain for the fact it would still possibly be too hot. If she could find a few wolves that enjoyed traveling, than Amber would most likely hang out with them. As she moved into a press-paw speed, one thought bounded into her skull. Would she ever have pups?