She watches the young creature. It couldn't have much warmer under the rocks than out in the wind and the snow that was beginning to fall. Why did he have no where to go? Didn't he have a loving mother, or protective father... Or maybe that was the problem. Suppose his mother wasn't loving, or his father wasn't protective. Or both even. Hopefully he didn't have any siblings that hadn't run away yet. What if there were more pups, separated, and out in the snow, dying? She had to know for sure, in case she had to go pup hunting.

"Little one, are you out here all alone? Do you have any siblings whom might be among the falling snowflakes?" Her worried voice questioned, the roughness becoming more evident as the cold air affected her throat. Warm puffs of the she-wolf's breath were brushing upon the little pup, though Amber doubted he cared. It was probably the only warm thing out here. Which brought to her attention, that if he had no siblings out here, the gypsy should make sure he didn't freeze to death.
"You must be freezing cold in there. If you don't have any siblings out here, hows about we wait out this snowfall together?"