nice stroll

She nods her head briefly. "Yes," she replies ",Dante and Osprey." Yes indeed they were the first wolves she had met in this pack, and now she was greeting another. How many others are there? She was still eager to meet the others. Surely there were more than just three? As she saw Amelie beckon her with her tail, she followed behind. Perhaps they could find an elk herd and rally. Amber's mouth watered at that thought. She hadn't eaten anything for awhile and her hunger pangs came back. It felt as if her stomach was gnawing on her. "So what is it like. Being in a pack?" she asked, breaking the silence. Yes, she already knew what it was like. Her share of pack life was absolutely terrible. Horrible. But she was willing to give it another shot. Besides, how hard could it be? But she knew it was hard, serving the wolves around you. Showing your loyalties. She barley even knew how to be loyal. Her whole life she was never loyal. Never needed too. It's such a shame, she thought. Such a shame she didn't know the definition to loyal.