Once again, half a year had passed in a flash to her, but she cared not for how long had passed. What mattered was that the gypsies were still a thing, and that the meeting happened as normal. Not a few days she'd delivered a message, and done what was requested. She was curious to see if anyone knew joined the group of sometimes loners, sometimes group of wanderers. The fields had been flattened by the snow this winter, and as such it was easier to see over great distances. Somehow, it was harder to move however. Thankfully, her full coat was in, and so Amber felt not even the slightest chill.

Leaping and bounding to move over the large bumps the quickest, she watched the sun reached towards noon. The she-wolf had gotten a meal that morning, and planned to hunt after the meeting. Landing within a large, flat area the seemed like a clearing within the white forest, the female sat and tipped back her head. Once again, Amber had to make up a song to call others to her side. Each one had it's own words and tune. This song would be no different in specialties. Her song called her her fellow gypsies, and it called for those loners whom wished for a little company on this cold day. Not just loners, she called for anyone who'd like to have a large chat. If you wandered, lived out here, just passing by or were a gypsy, you were welcome. Heck, Amber encouraged they come, see new faces, and make new friends.