Her fur bobbed on her body, up and down to the beat of her paws. White fur seemed to glow in the light, but Amber did not mind what color she was. Nor did she care that even if she tried, the dead ends of the grass were not going to hide her. Fact, she wasn't caring about much of anything. At this moment, the she-wolf was very pensive. Her mind wandered to lands where her Mother was. Where she had a father. Places where maybe she wasn't a wanderer, and had a mate, and pups, and living parents. Two pairs, if she adopted those of her mate.

But, of course, Amber did not live in such a place. She had no mate, pups, parents, or pack. In some ways, the snow white wolf loved it that way. Her love blocked out that small part, normally, that wanted such things. In one moment, those thoughts had gotten power, and showed her what could be. Amber had gotten bored very quickly of it. Nothing had really happened in that little world, and so she had silenced it. Still in her thoughts, she did not realize where she was going. Like right into the side of another wolf.