Sleekwing's eyes waver from Valerian's own red pair as he asks of this sacred act of imprinting. He is unsure if this entails that it is a sensitive subject or if it is simply rather difficult to clarify. Even if Sleek is unable to define the meaning of this word for him on this day, he is sure to find someone who could. The cinereal hued male began to speak, pausing briefly in the midst of his words as if he were trying to find the correct form of them. Valerian's auds perked slightly at the start of his explaination, his mind focused and eager for the knowledge he hoped to receive.

Charcoal painted ears slide backward in slight as Sleekwing continues on - his eyes showing a flash of surprise and disbelief at first - yet he listens on as his company speaks further. A look of empathy was given to his dusty pelted friend as he realized that imprinting was not all about good feelings and being completed by your other half. It was a horrible thing to go through if the other does not accept what was meant to be or if the two are incapable of being together - the conclusion brought the dark masked male to speak now. "That sounds like a living hell, brother." He speaks to him as if he were his long-time companion, family, or pack - and in some manner he felt as if that were true after being born of the mountains himself.

Sleekwing began to stare out into the distance once more, but his gaze did not revert back to the present time as he continued to become engrossed in his thoughts - perhaps because a lady had already stolen his soul. Valerian made an attempt to break the sequence by offering his calming voice once again, a placid smile now finding its way upon his features for a moment. "Can you show me of this place that you reside?" Hopeful, again for the prospect of finding another piece of the puzzle that would fill the voids in his life. Perhaps he could find solace in this mountain pack if he were allowed it.