The creature is calm. Naturally, she should be , since they were both wolves, and there was no sign of violence. It was as it should be, and Amber would not start a fight unless she could help it. With the sun barely risen, and them surviving a night without a bear snapping it's jaws around their necks, or a cat dropping from the trees, there was no need for murder at all. After all, the tone of speaking was very friendly, and so the pure white creature responded as such.

"It's a good morning. So, how was your night? Nothing tried to jump you?" the she-wolf spoke, her voice kind, and only a little rough like always. Her forest eyes watched the rusty grey wolf before her. With the sun rays turning the sky pink, blue, purple and such. Wisps of clouds glided over the sky as she moved her paws towards the other wolf. It was so peaceful, one could almost ignore the bears, mountain cats, and cannibals. Almost. Nothing could ever really removes them. But, it was nice to forget, and watch something beautiful. Something that nature gave them, everyday. But you rarely saw this, because you never got up this early.