He nodded along with her, pleased with her summary of his message; she was much more succinct than he, he thought, and he ought to take some lessons some time. In any case, she seemed like the perfect wolf to transmit the message. For that, he was glad. Moladion seemed to have a shortage of wolves like her. But then she asked him a question that he honestly had not anticipated - it just hadn't occurred to him that his father might have something to say back before meeting him again or that he might wish to transmit the message without venturing far from Spirane. He let out an audible huh of thought for a moment before he lit up with another grin. "Easy! Where do the gypsies usually meet? It'd help me tell others where to meet you during your meetings and, well, I trust your judgement on good meeting places, you know." Besides, maybe he'd like it there enough to create a new den of his own.

His demeanor changed in a flash though as he suddenly thought of another thing and his brows furrowed in thought. He wasn't sure if it was entirely appropriate to ask her but he thought she might be the best wolf to ask. "Tell me, Liquid Amber, have you been to Iromar?" He wondered if her gypsy nature had taken her there yet and if it had, what she might know - if anything. If not then maybe he could hash out a deal with her; perhaps he could stay in her cohort for a season or two and take up the mantle of gypsy in order to gain access to the moors. He had to know what Jackdaw had seen in there because whatever it had been, it had been enough to scare him away from Moladion it seemed.