The smell of food was always better than hunting yourself. If you couldn't smell food, blood scent normally lead you somewhere interesting. An attacked wolf, or another prey animal hovering over it's kill. Maybe just a animal whom made a mistake, and must now pay the price. No chasing had to be done, so it was much less tiring, and saved a ton of time on her part. So when the smell of blood entered the picture, she follow her instinct and began to weave through the trees calmly. It was mixed with wolf, so it was either another wolf with a kill, or a wolf collecting scraps, or a hurt wolf. All of those choices sounded rather good.

Turning around a large tree, Amber caught sight of a wonderful dear. Nice, good size and age, and it was being eaten. By another wolf to be exact, and she appeared to be late to the party. Maybe she should go find her own food, but there was some sitting right here.

"Hello there. What's your name?" she called out, walking a bit closer. The she-wolf made sure to stop a good distance away, in case this wolf should turn violent.