She was growing bored and somewhat impatient that Razor had not returned. Playing with the bone she had was growing old and she wanted something else to do. Huffing the pup started towards the entrance of the den hoping that any moment Razor would be back. Minutes passed by and he still did not come back so she got to her feet and moved out of the den. The bright lights of daytime hit her and made her squint. She had to stop and allow time for her eyes to adjust to the light. Once they did she looked around searching for the grey male. Still not seeing any sign of him the female decided that it shouldn't hurt to move around the pack lands by herself. Picking up her paws the young pup began her journey, unsure of where exactly she would end up. She wasn't even sure which direction to start in, but she was determined to explore and get familiar. She passed lots of trees and after a while she came to a small stream of water. She paused as she looked at it. The water had some sort of odd look to it, glazed and unmoving look. Lowering her nose the female touched her nose to the water, but was surprised to find that the water was completely solid. It had to be from the cold and she grew bored of her discovery.

Sighing she sank back onto her haunches and scanned around her. What in the world was there to do?!

She didn't have much of a chance to talk to Razor after the meeting, having to deal with both Leo and Athena's empty threats with her silly nature. That didn't mean that she wouldn't listen though, seeing the almost bashful look on the growing mans face. Where had he found a little girl to look after? She would have to ask him later, excited to look the girl over. There was no doubt that Amalia loved children with all her heart, her small steps eager as she headed towards Razor's den. It wasn't too far away, nestled into the mangroves. But would she be in his den, or did they find a new one? While it struck her as odd that he had brought a pup home, she wouldn't turn down the opportunity to meet her! Was the silver man concerned that she was sick or ill? The tiny healer would make sure that that wasn't true, to put her nephews mind as ease. Picking her way to the den, she poked her russet head inside to see that it was empty. Withdrawing with a confused expression, she tossed her head around to see if she could spot the girl. Of course she had no idea what she looked like, but Amalia knew everyone within Fiori. A strange wolf would stand out to her. When her blue eyes found the pale girl, she was sitting there looking awfully bored. Tsking her tongue, she quickly trotted over with her stub of a tail wiggling behind her. "Hello there darling! You look terribly bored, should we fix that? You can come help me bring some herbs to my den if you wish," she said in her sing-song voice, her expression ever kind. "I'm Amalia, and Razor's aunt. He asked me to look you over really quickly, and then we could go find something fun to do!" Her wagging rump twisted as she took a few steps to her herb done, looking over her shoulder to see if the blue marked child was following her. At first glance she appeared to be fine, but Amalia was a well learned healer. There were often a lot of things hidden below the fur and skin. "SPEAK"

He'd been trying to seek out alfred for a while, but then he sank back into the shadows every time. So really what Razor was doing was rolling around in his own self anxieties. That and taking care of Sabriel like a doting father. Protective father. She had been skinny when she first arrived that was why he'd been so worried. When he started on his way back to the den though he was stopped when he noticed that Sabriel and Amalia were together. Well it was no surprise he'd asked his aunt to look over her - and Sabriel wasn't confined to the den seeing as long as she stayed within Fiori's borders. He trotted up casually and smiled towards the two smaller wolves. "Sorry that I made you wait so long Sabriel." he wagged his tail a little bit. Razor was having boy troubles of course. "Afternoon Auntie." the man said, no matter how old he got though Ama was probably subjected to his nicknames. They weren't all that bad. "Talk"