He wasn’t sure what to make of the female just yet. She was friendly so of course he was friendly back. A smile came to his maw as she replied saying her day had been productive and it had gone well, good things all around he supposed giving a small nod to show he was pleased for her fortune. Ame’s tri-colored tail gave a light wave not so taken up with the details of her appearance though she was larger than him in more ways than one, but it felt most wolves that lived in Moladion were. Nothing unusual about her or made her really stand out. Perhaps a good thing to blend with the crowd. After all already he had met several pure white wolves in Moladion in his fairly short life. Dragonfly though had those eyes that he felt he could get lost in, his mother had her personality and general nature and background, not to mention the way she spoke. What did this female have?
He was curious to what information he could glean about her, but soon she was launching into answering his question, though her answer caused him to lift one of tan brows trying to understand her words. ”A self elected leader? Of gypsies?” He said slowly looking obviously perplexed by such a statement. When he had spoken with Dragonfly she hadn’t mentioned such a thing, only that there were three rather constant members in herself, and two other female wolves named Liquid Amber and Taika. Which one was this one he wondered? He was trying to move past her somewhat conceited statement that she appointed herself as leader of a group who chose to live outside of packs with such a structure.
”This one is sorry. This one doesn’t understand, as this one doesn’t recall a friend mentioning anything about having a leader. What’s your name? Perhaps there are even more groups than this one and Jax’s and the gypsies this one’s friend had mentioned.” He was genuinely curious, but the scent of Dragonfly had been faint on this female’s fur. He knew himself for one would not wish to be under any leadership after leaving a pack for that very reason. He didn’t want anyone dictating alone what he would do, control where he would go or what he could and couldn’t do. It was the whole point of being a loner was not having to worry about how his choices would upset the hierarchy. Perhaps also it was the whole self appointed thing that also offended him. Didn’t the others in the group have a choice? Even packs in many ways had to earn their positions and were given their leadership either by showing their strength in battle.
It could be his selfless way though that truly dissuaded him. After all his mother’s whole culture had abandoned saying ‘myself’ and ‘I’ for those reasons. But he would listen to her words. Perhaps there was more to this story and he wanted to know her side.