His request to know where the gyspies met was a little bit silly. Surely he should have heard the songs she wove every six moons, the song that wove over the land. Maybe he had just never been in the area, too caught up with his pack to care about the call the wanderers, or had never been in range before. Either way, if she told him, then more wolves may appear to the meeting, and should be ever wander, Israfel would know where to go.

"Well, normally the gypsies meet within the Fields. Right around here, in fact. The meetings normally happen in summer and winter. Sometimes, if we have somewhere we're staying, or a event we're going to host, we meet in the autumn" the female explained in her rough voice calmly, looking about the area. It was a little but of a different spot, considering marking out one area, in a field, was a bit hard. Amber was sure by paying attention to stars and such, one could figure out the exact spot they'd sat at one time and have everyone sit there once again. It would also require to have everyone come at night, when most would be just as happy to be sleeping.
"I also do not believer I have ever been to Iromar" the she-wolf added.