i'll take thee away

Amber sat down. She relaxed a little. This wolf is no threat. she concluded. "Amber.My name is a Amber." She gazed up at the stars with Runt. "You've heard about the Wolf-Stars I presume?" she asked, still gazing at the glittering stars that shown through the dark clouds. She looked down at Runt. "My mother told me about those stories. Stories of the Stars. Well, wasn't exactly my real mother. But just as good." Amber never knew her real mother. Her first memory was being in a muddy marsh, alone and cold. Not a very happy childhood if you asked her.

But then her first pack adopted her. But the only wolf that cared for her, really cared, was her adopted mother. "Oh, those were the good days, my later childhood." She sounded as if she was a 10 year old wolf. But still those memories had a special place in her heart. She looked back up at the stars and tilted her head.