He can feel his heart begin to pound like the beat of a rhythmic drum. He closed his brilliant blue eyes, and allow himself to simply feel the world around him. The gentle breeze of the wind. The dirt and grass under his paws. The scent of Vera gently seeping into his very soul. He can feel her coming closer as her scent becomes more intense with each push of the wind. The look of his form was one of a whole pleasure, his eyes not opening as he hears the growl of the female off in the distance as she comes closer.

And she does come closer. She, as he, must feel the draw. How the fates have aligned them, until fate itself decides for them to part. He can feel his knees tremble with delight as she begins to circle him. He trusts that she will not attack him. She will not harm him. Just as he would not harm her. The land of Iromar was one most different than that of Diveen. The scents are more intense, and in the air humidity clung like moss to a tree. He did not belong here, in a sense, for he was their enemy by association. Yojimbo was no angel, nor demon. He simply was, and he cannot stop others from slapping labels upon him.

When she completes her rounds, he feels her form freeze on this splendid spring night. His blue eyes open, the silver beneath reflecting the rays of moonlight into his eyes, giving them almost a haunting glow as they travel to find her own eyes.

He is content in this moment. The only other wish he could fulfill is to feel her fur touch his own. He does not speak though. He finds no words for this moment. His dark tail only wags slightly, brushing the tops of grass like a gentle song meant only for her ears. He is pleased to see her and her strength. She is healthy and well. He can wish for nothing more, but her happiness. He tilts his head very slightly, his ears now pointing towards the sky as he looks at her eye to eye. Blue to blue. A soft whine escapes his throat, high with that of longing. He knew this bond and how strong it was, like diamonds that cannot be crushed. It was not a strange thing to him, but something to be cherished. He was to follow the needs of the bond to the end, and yet part of him knew this may not be idea for the wolves of Diveen. He did not want to jeopardize them, and he would not if he could help it, yet...if he must give himself to Iromar one day, he would do so, to the black lady lingering before him.

On this cooled night, he does not know if he will stay. He only knows the now, this very moment when she stands before him. She is the one that makes his heart beat so intense. She is who makes the stars sing of praises above, the glitter of the sky sparkling about their very existence. Yojimbo was content to watch her in relative silence, only his whine given to her in the cool breeze. His stillness did not last tough, as his rather slender frame cut through the heavy air that surrounds them. He takes a few steps towards her, his calm yet confident aura combining with the intensity of her own. He pauses only inches away, his blue eyes blinking as he absorbs every little individual hair on her visage. His jaw opens slightly in awe before it promptly shuts again, accompanied by another melodic whine. How will she react? It only felt right for him to get closer, but that doesn't mean she felt it was right. It was now up to her, waiting to see her reaction to him closing in. She may be his imprint, but it still will take some time to get to know each other, if she allows it.