With the talent show happening that night, the she-wolf didn’t know what to think. Part of her questioned how she could have gotten even more wolves to join it, as another part told her to be thankful anyone desired to come at all. Hopefully, the fortune telling for next winter was easier than this. Though she wasn’t creative enough to think up any good fortunes, and dressing up wasn’t really her thing either. Honestly, the thing with the best turn out so far had been the play. Next task we to figure out where to fortune tell. Asteraia or Diveen sounded good so far. Iromar seemed to be having, troubles, so Amber didn’t deem it all that safe to have it in.

Asteraia would have better ground for a play, so she assumed it was time to seek out the ruler, or rulers of Diveen and speak to them. Asteraia would get the fortune telling if Diveen would not meet, and if that didn’t work, Spriane would get another event. For now, living in packs part time burdened a gypsy, and her legs itched to move. So Amber, now the wonderful age of nine, had trotted out of Taviora, and headed south. Of course, it didn’t take her long to hear the call of her name.

Dragonfly was calling for her, and so the snow white creature aimed into the crags, her eyes looking for the younger pale beauty. It didn’t take her long to see the other wolf up upon a rocky hill, her rear on the sun heated stones. Placing her paws carefully, Amber did her best to climb up, and instead of sitting as Dragonfly chose to do, she lay down completely, facing the direction her friend was facing.
“Hello Dragonfly. Long time no see. What have you been up to?” her calm, gentle voice asked the other she-wolf, trying to ignore the roughness that hid in her voice. No matter what, it stayed.