nice stroll

Amber stopped and turned to to see the source of the voice. She saw the midnight black wolf, the name of Amellia, greet her. She wagged her tail and warmly replied, "Yes I am. My name's Amber." She got up and curled her tail neatly around her tail. She now enjoyed speaking with wolves. It was nice to chat with someone rather than run away from them. "So, what are you doing? Hunting?" If Amellia was hunting she would be happy to join her. She needed to start hunting for winter. Why must winter come and ruin everything? At least she would see the thing that she loved most about winter time: Snow. Despite the coldness, she felt that she had a strong connection with snow.