Laying her ears back, Amber tried to make herself even smaller as the moved her head to be in the opening of where the pup had chosen to hide. Clearly this child had watched someone die, and somehow made herself think it was her fault. For one so young, it was impossible for her to cause anyone's death. The she-wolf had to get that into her quickly, least this become something that drive her to be a hermit. Wolves could never be hermits. Loners, yes, but hermits? Never.
"Little one, I can assure you, whatever happened, it was not your fault. A child so small and kind as you could never cause the death of another. I will not die, for you are no danger to me. Please, just breath. I cannot hurt you, and you cannot hurt me. This I know for a fact" Amber spoke to the child, doing her best to look kind. Maybe a wolf had killed her mother, and she'd run, thinking it was her fault. Or maybe the mother died giving birth, and the pup instantly figured she was to blame. That would explain the blood. Or maybe this thing was just hopelessly insane, or she was talking to nothing at all.