Fur hit fur, and the two went for a tumble. The she-wolf rightened herself quickly to see the face of a surprised male wolf. He seemed to stare at her for a moment, and then began to speak to her. It seems he had been searching for her, even though she could not figure out why he might do such a thing. Maybe he had a message that needed sending, so he had set out on her tail? Or maybe someone had sent him to find her? Whatever the case, he was here now, and wondering weather or not the name was hers.
"You, boy, have won the lottery. I am Liquid Amber, though you may call me Amber. Why do you seek me out, wolf of white and green teal?" her question was put into a slightly rough, but mostly gentle voice. Her gentle and kind voice always seemed to get maleish and rough whenever she did not use it much. The she-wolf did not understand why this happened, but nature will be nature. There was nothing magical that Amber could ever do to fix the problem. Though, it did seem rare that a wolf is white fur and green eyes, would run into a wolf that look just about exactly like her.