Amber had found the summer far too hot, and had taken to the underground. Hunting at night was stranger for a few nights, but she had gotten used to it. Darkness was her friend, the cool cakes had offered her relief from the hot sun. Thick white fur covered every inch of her, and she had long given up rubbing it away if it was only going to grow back twice as quickly. Her forest green eyes looked into the darkness, and then towards the light. Night would come very soon, but for now she would stay within the underground.
Glancing once more towards the daylight, she saw a face looking back. It was a pale face, with black on the middle, and tan around the edges of the black, like a lining. Squinting, Amber could not see the eye color, and the face color was hard enough to see alone. Moving her face, the she-wolf went a little closer, shedding light upon her own furry face. The rocks everywhere outside, and cast shadows like she was looking at a haunted garden.
"Hello?" Amber's voice was rougher than she remembered it should be, but about a week underground, it was a miracle it had any soft and gentle tunes at all in it. At least it only sounded like a mild sore throat and not a major one.