Her paws danced over the pine covered ground in a frenzy. It wouldn't be long now before the gypsies would have to move to Spirane, or at least all whom were willing. No gypsy was forced to come with them to any area, nor were they forced to stay the entire trip. Everyone besides her had options. Of course, so did she, but the gypsies needed to be seen as trustworthy, and reliable. So someone had to show up, at every stop, or things would go down hill.

Blinking, a flash a dark color went past her, and the she-wolf turned, pricking her ears as she slowed to a stop. Narrowing her eyes, Amber searched for whom she had just seen.If only she could glean anymore of what the shape had looked like, she might have a better chance of finding it. Lowering her nose to the ground, she quickly picked up the scent. Around trees, over a log, and towards the river, is where her paws carried her. It was a wolf she had seen, he was male, and he was around six years old. Rounding a bend in his path, she stopped to see the coal like shape. One paw was a chocolaty red.

"Hello?" Amber called out.