The trees grew high, and even though the snow itself was vanishing, Amber had to admit that it looked alright. Spring was right about the corner, and she herself had some plans of where to go. Maybe a few places she hadn't touched, then some places she had. Then maybe another gypsy meeting to sort out some things and see where they could go, what they could visit, and if anyone wanted to do anything like hunting. Such things were for packs, but if these wolves were going to be her gypsies, they'd better do a little bonding of some type.

If some new ones appeared, and they didn't stay long, that was all fine and dandy. Puppies were another matter, considering it had never been really planned. The she-wolf guessed they would all just kind of raise the things, but of course give their mother enough time with them. Maybe running the show wasn't going to be easy, but it gave her something to do. Amber really had no idea what to do with her own life, so why not work on someone else's? Surely, running the Gypsy Band couldn't be all that hard for one wolf to do.

Sighing, her hunger was getting to her, and even though her coat was thick, her fur heavy, her weight was up there, and so was her height, the truth was she should really eat more. Hunting had never been her strong point, and so, Amber normal slept a bit hungry. Lowering her snowy muzzle; which looked somewhat like a polar bear with how white her face was and how black her nose was, she began to sniff. Anything would be helpful... Rabbit, squirrel, an injured bird. Something to eat.