Unfortunately, the description didn't add up in my mind to anyone I'd ever met before. Suddenly the shortcomings of my lack of experience reared their ugly head within my mind. I was quick to remind myself of the many acquaintances I had made by hosting the two year old gathering this past spring, but each of those wolves had parents and other relations that I did not know. If I was going to take this scouting business seriously as a possible role for myself, I needed to learn more, know more, experience more. Still, I stowed the description of Taika in my mind, coupled with the facts that she was a gypsy and a mother - it could be of use in the future. "I'm sorry, Amber, I haven't seen her." It was a genuine sentiment, for clearly she was concerned for the wellbeing of this Taika woman. I knew what it felt like to be in the dark about the health of someone you cared about.

"Is she in some kind of danger?" I asked, curious to learn why there was such haste in the woman's movements and intentions to find her missing compatriot. I mulled over what I knew about gypsies - not much to be honest. They traveled from place to place, often hosting events in different packlands. I felt the burn of anger in the pit of my stomach as I recalled the invitation to celebrate upon the mountainside in the company of gypsies, while my mother lay bloodied in a den far from our rightful home. I gritted my teeth as I thought of the betrayal and insult that party had been, but perhaps there was a possibility for usefulness in the idea. "The gypsies host events every so often, right? Maybe if there was a gypsy gathering to attend, it would pull her out of the woodworks." I was proud of the idea, and hoped she would be interested. After all, every good party needs a good host - and I'd already proved more than capable of that.