The gypsy woman gazed curiously at the pack wolf who had called her. He seemed almost too clean and regal to be real. Compared to her and the amount of mud caked everywhere on her body, this wolf was immaculate. She wondered vaguely if the territory he hailed from even had such things as ‘mud’ and ‘dirt’. She had wandered around the border of the territory, such was her habit and nature, but had not stepped in. This was going to be an interesting meeting indeed.
Plopping into a sit her tail beat habitually against the ground, always eager to meet someone new and hear what they have to say to her and their place in the world. Head tilted to the side, she smiled and laughed softly at his attempt at a compliment. She had never been explicetly ‘complimented’ before, but did not seem to care for it one way or the other, though that might have been due to his lack of something genuine to compliment her on. Still, she waited for his words, taking into account that he seemed like a wolf who had something important to talk about and had not been calling her just to ask for a dance.