She had a comforting aura, which was strange really. He hadn't expected to feel, well, safe with a stranger and yet there he was, a little surprised but mostly comfortable. It was as if he had made a friend that day despite the business nature of their encounter. It made him grin to himself, his tail in a perpetual slow wave of contentedness despite the sudden seriousness of his queries.

"Taviora, you say? Perhaps I could partake in your talent show...and then we could visit the pack together. It could help the gypsies, after all, if Iromar is...a friendly place." He mused aloud before his head tilted suddenly. "What do you think of that? I'll accompany you to Taviora and you can accompany me to Iromar come the late spring." It seemed like a fair trade. Besides, he wouldn't mind somewhere comfortable to tide over after the winter and Taviora had always been hailed as more than just comfortable. Why not? A little bit of pack life never hurt anybody! Perhaps he'd be able to lure Jackdaw there if there was promise of safety...

For now though, he would have to leave soon - he needed to speak with his mother, a separae entity from his father entirely. He had a question for her but after that, he hoped he'd be headed to Taviora with this new friend of his.