The grotto was what it always was. A heavy, deep hole of which water was always flowing to and fro, never really making up it's mind on where to go. Not that the snow white wolf had any problems with that, considering her life was basically on the same track. No idea where to go, and not caring at all. Of course, right after this, she was headed back to the fields in order to call another gypsy meeting, since they needed to check in with one another. With those two wolves out for blood, it was somewhat unsafe to be wandering alone outside of pack lands. Plus, they didn't even have packs.

Stopping to get a drink, Amber did not notice the hole with the young wolf. Instead, she tried to figure out that with all the rock everywhere, plants were still growing here and there all over the place. It seemed like nothing should grow here at all. Once she had collected her drink, the she-wolf looked into the profundity of the pool, before slipping into the pool. It only came up her stomach, but the icy cold feel of the water was all she had actually wanted.