It puzzled Amy how Derek could seem so similar to the other wolves in scent, but be so different in ability. For one, holding human form seemed to be a cakewalk for him. Her guess was that he’d been dealing with his inner wolf longer than she or the other Louisiana wolves she’d come across. It wasn’t as if she’d carried on lengthy conversations with the other wolves. If anything it was just the opposite. She didn’t really dislike them, but she didn’t feel like one of the pack just yet. After all, she’d only become a wolf by wounding another. That wasn’t exactly something to bond over.
She wished the conversation didn’t have to be so one sided, but on the plus side he seemed to be pretty comfortable with things. That was something she was thankful for. Derek was the first person she’d come across while in wolf form. It hadn’t gone as she thought it would. She’d envisioned it more as crossing paths with someone the way she’d crossed paths with the wolf who’d been hostile towards her - With the other person running away from her. Of course, he had reasons to be more at ease. He seemed to be a little more than human, though Amy wasn’t really sure what exactly he was. Maybe there were different types of wolves, some lumbering, monstrous looking things like herself and others more humanoid in appearance like him.
Amy didn’t have any idea how she could give him clues as to what her name was, but she nodded that he could guess. She wondered what he would come up with on his own.