This male wolf was strange, for the fact he seemed not to pick up upon what she was. Loners didn't fear the quiet of others, for the fact there were no others near them. if few knew you lived, than few would ever plot against you, and even less so if they were good friends. Fearing the dark itself was quite a silly thought, though if you knew that something was out there, it became less so.

He feared falling, and that had to be the reason fro the fact he stopped walking, forcing her to stop walking. Without sight at one's availability, touch was the next thing to be used in such close quarters, even though there was a very uncouth wolf right behind you. Whatever the case, Amber guessed it was only right that she explained these reasons to him upon why she did not fear the unknown. Then again, let him make his own guesses about her in his head. Soon, he would either write them to her in his mind, using those ideas whenever he thought of her, or he would simply voice them.

"There is only a fear for the quiet if you know that something is actually out there, silent and waiting for you to let your guard down. Otherwise, you are fearing nothing, and fear can blind your other senses" the she-wolf added at last, making sure to try and make as most sense as possible in her slightly rough voice. Sense was always a good thing to have, anywhere.