The two seemed almost offended by the look she gave them. Had they never met a weary wolf before? They seemed friendly enough, but the dark story her mother had told her as many times as she had asked made her weary of males. They had a dark side that she desired never to see.

"We're gypsies so if you want to know about a place, we'd know" the younger one spoke, as if to say they were all knowing wolves and that she should bow down or something to him.

"Yes, we are that. And we would be happy to stick around as company with you, if you'd like. As Kellin said, we're gypsies, so we don't need to return anywhere" Then the eldest spoke, as if asking for instead accompanying her, they wanted to stalk her of something. So, they were homeless male wolves, just, wandering about? Seemed very fishy to her.

"Just the wolves I was looking to meet. Gypsies. Of course, if you could please be quiet, it'd be nice. You'd think after such a long time I'd desire talk. I don't". The words were cold, which weren't normal for her. Normally she was nice and kind to others, but then again, the months, years of being alone had almost numbed her personality to nothing. It would take quiet a while for it the thaw. That meant lots of interactions.