The wisp had taken a momentarily base at a nearby forest, a perfect cover amongst all else. It was hard to truly see within it's blackened forest, and she felt safe within it's cold grasp. However, it was still temporary. Dragoon was a mercenary for hire, she preferred the comfort of more safety in numbers and the privilege of a substant food providance. 

Scars widowed underneath her light pelt, yet, she always kept an allure despite the damage being done. Perhaps it was graced, but useless for a traveller of no caring to her looks.

Until the means for work, she worked her way through survival. Outside of the forested site, there was a creek. Quietly and lightly Dragoon travelled toward the stream, hoping to freshen her parched throat with a drink, and perhaps a dinner to fish.

A large man approached, perculiar with tiger-like stripes and a curled tail. His size didn't intimidate her, as she worked with behemoths alike, however the perculiar description he held was an interest. The sylphen woman did not meet too many halfbreeds. He came to her with an ease, and a smile to his voice.

Though she knew all can hide through a persona, "I am Dragoon." Cold but soft, and said no more.

"You share not of your own name." She did not wish to divuldge to much on her personal life, prefering to keep it at bay. Dragoon turned the conversation around and asked of his own, something she had not been granted yet. The whispful woman wasn't sure what this man's motive, and for his questions. She almost would've assumed he would want something of her, but then again, one could never know.

Eyes followed the man to the river as he entered, and she stayed by the shore, keeping dry.

"I'm only a mercenary for hire." Her journey did not matter, as Dragoon aimlessly wandered without a real purpose. It was what she only knew, and continued to doing. It wasn't the best life, she will admit, but the ghost was satisfied with it.

"Alright." She wasn't opposed to his suggestion, as it wasn't uncommon for those with an interest to ask Dragoon, to show her skills. Sometimes she lost, and failed to get a job, and sometimes she won, with a mission to carry. She was generally neutral on the whole ideal, because there was always someone else who would need her help.

"I do not join groups unless the Alpha shows his ability to lead." The ghost warned the other. She had no intention to join where he was from, if he was. The water washed away any scent he contained. Sometimes after the contract or before- Dragoon has been asked. Now it was a simple precautionary to tell.

"You're mistaken- that was just formalities. I don't have a desire to join any group at the moment." She had hoped he would get the hint, but Dragoon properly corrected the man this time. While appreciating the sentiment, at the moment she didn't wish to probably settle. Especially with a group that the mercenary hasn't heard of, nor seen it's basics. 

"You are welcome to hire me, however." The ghost sat down properly, as she stoicly looked at the man as a business partner.

Dragoon nodded, "food, shelter, a place to stay." While all wolves enjoyed a nice hunt, she enjoyed not having to worry about that, and if she was able to, or find a good place to stay for the night. Sometimes the mercenary would come across an unclaimed den, and a territoral wolf would chase her off. She then decided that would be a requirement- providing food for the worker, and a temporary place to stay.

"The contract stays until you are satisfied, or dissatisfied with my work." Business as usual.

"Then is it a deal?" She quirked a brow up, wishing for concrete words then of talking of her terms. Dragoon needed to know she was properly being hired for whatever case he had.

"Ah," that was a good question. The wisp tended to say it was a precautionary for wolves who requested, and many just assume 'power' and 'charm,' get their way, so usually by the time the contract ends, she leaves. However suppose she never had a real term to what counted as her leader, "someone that can properly manage a group without chaos falling in their steps." Was a good start. Generally a very picky wolf, Dragoon would need to observe what was done.

She didn't care what type of group that it was, but if one caused trouble at every corner, that was a headache. Not to mention disobedient members were even worse, she absolutely detested those wolves. Didn't want anything to do with self-proclaimed 'rebels.'

She understood the confusion of her statement, and started to clarify, "I can withstand it for hire- it's a temporary pass. It's what needed for food and shelter." Dragoon was willing to exchange that few days of peace for the quality time of being a mercenary. Though, she has always been one, after all. Not every job however has been chaotic. Perhaps hypocritcal, but it was how the wisp felt.

"However I don't want to settle in one- and throw my loyalty to one that does so. I've passed a few who spill blood for pride, and the streak follows."

"I am given a task, and complete it as so, and go on my way. You're welcome to take that information how you want." Dragoon was not loyal to anyone, but the task given. To her best abilities, the mercenary will do that job she is given, and once completed, on her way. Staying too long and getting caught with constant battles was not an interest. 

She rather enjoyed the Mercenary life, bouncing to Pack to Pack, but keeping away from their turmoils and inner drama.

"Alright." She nodded expressionless. Dragoon understood not many would want temporary help, only longetivity toward their goals, so she didn't hold it to heart. However now that the man made it clear, he would not hire her, she thought it was best to move along now, "Then I will be on my way."

With the deal having fall through, the ghost was ready to diseappear into the nether realms.