Whitebark Stream Boots

Amalia was slowly settling in to a regular routine. She was enjoying her new found family, and she was enjoying the thrills that life was fit to give her. She was more wary now, since her run in with Void. He had seemed kind, hadn't done anything to offend her in anyway. However, his assumptions though as gentle and boyish as they were, had scared her just a tad. She hadn't realized how her kindness could back fire. Though she found it hard to just change her nature.

She was broken from the quietness of her thoughts by a howl, that ranged far and wide. The low, loose drawl that accompanied it immediately shared with her who it was that wanted her attention. And with all the intentions of a girl on a mission, she loped in the direction of the call.

Black pelt, long limbs tearing up the ground. It was fairly quickly that she managed to find him, and it was with happy smile her eyes sought out his dust peppered form. Much like she always had been, she ran head long. Her tail wagging and she stopped up short, to give him a nudge to his shoulder, green eyes crinkled at the corners. 

Reno!! Was her happy bark. She wagged her tail, and glanced at him. How are you?