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He flinched at her suggestion, and he tilted his head slightly confused. Lennon seemed perplexed a moment, before returning to his infamous half-smirk-half grin. "You wouldn't say finding us was stupid, would you?" He didn't take any offense, just attempted to lead her to the more optimistic side. Her compliment made his cheeks flush, that was likely one of the only aspects of himself he wasn't confident. He had never led anyone before, it was nothing like following the groups with flowing vibes and traveling aimlessly high on shrooms. He gave a flattered huff and glanced down at her, "Thank you, truthfully it's a bit nerve-wracking. I've never done anything like this before." 

Bittersweet.  He could agree with that, growing up was harder than he'd thought. After establishing this community he would no longer be the roaming hippie with not a care in the world. Bittersweet because no matter how much love surrounds him his heart will always ache for it's missing piece. 

Lennon had also noticed their chipper accents, one more upbeat and accented than the others. How strange is it to come across such a familiar sounding wolf, but he was sure she wasn't back in Liverpool. He knew every wolf there from their scent to the sound of their voice, and no one smelled or sounded like the girl. The pool was rather secluded from the other groups, conversing occasionally with the neighboring packs but hardly allies. "I"m from up north-" He gestured upward with his head,  "Lived in Liverpool."