Dirk had seen the moors and it was a lovely place, misty and cool with all manner of vegetation. He wasn't sure that he particularly would want to live there but it was good to know that the leader of the pack that resided in the moors was known to be good. Sometimes the opinion of others was just as informative about a person's nature as meeting them. Perhaps not always as accurate but perception was very important, especially in a leader. If you were perceived as weak or incompetent, it lead others to challenge or mock. Being perceived as cruel was never good either as it led to rebellion. Strength and integrity were the way to go.

It was the white wolf’s next words that gave Dirk pause, however. He was no stranger to word games. The northern warrior was silent as he looked at the other wolf with new eyes. He took in what was said as well, about this leader. If some chose to stay on rather than leave with their former leader that either said that they had faith in him to lead or very little in the former leader; perhaps both. That others would follow him meant that he was at least trusted or well liked enough to inspire that loyalty. Of course the evil could inspire loyalty too.

It was quickly becoming clear that the wolf he’d run into might very well be the wolf he sought information about. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as the other wolf smiled. Clever man. Not revealing himself to be the newly situation leader, especially out here where he didn’t have the support of his pack. At least the leader of Asteraia wasn’t a fool. ”Perhaps you’d care to escort me...Laird?”