Silver Creek Silver Waters

Yeah I left it vague, so I'm just gonna assume shes on one of the smaller and more outward forks of the stream. One thats closer to the border.

Amber was one of those lucky ones to have been accepted by the alpha, or perhaps she was just fortuned to be the sister of she who ruled Silver Creek. She bypassed all the integration steps and was accepted into the family upon meeting Spring at the Basin, and she was only now just starting to realize what she wanted to do with herself. She wasn't lazy of course: she patrolled borders and hunted when the oppurtunity arose. 
The raven colored puppy queen splashed about in the water, snapping at it and lashing her paws through it in fun. She couldn't smell the male who approached and didn't realize he was there until his bark echoed across the liquid. Standing up tall and straight, freezing in place with her ears cupped forward and bold blue eyes, Amber became a statue of wild beauty. The only thing to tell she wasn't made of obsidian were those soulful eyes and the pull of her silky fur in the water. 
He seemed friendly enough, and so she let herself float down the river with a smile forming on her maw and a honey-sweet voice calling out. 
                    "Amber, Amber Ciel. Are you of the Creek?"
She hadn't seen him around, but had smelled him at the borders. Was he an initiate, awaiting Springs go ahead to enter and earn a rank?