A Cheshire grin was quick to spread its way across her dark lips as his scent reached her senses. She had known he would come, as he always would for her- and it simply pleased her that he had been so courteous in his timing. But the air around him did not seem expectant; he was headed for her but he had no idea about it. Well, perhaps he did, as they were imprints after all, but Vera would only know when those deep blue irises that were mirrors of her own found her. His voice then fills the space between them, a very soft whine that causes her stark black ears to twitch forward. What a lovely voice he had, one she wished to hear more of. And it is without a sound that she is pushing her body up and forward, her sleek midnight black fourm moving closer to him within the shadows.

Graceful and yet lethally delicate paws fall against the cool stone floor in silence as she stalks forward, her slender skull held low to the ground. Still, Vera made no noise as she approached, wanting him to simply feel her closing in on him, to see what sort of reaction it caused from him. Regardless of being her imprint, Yojimbo would still fall prey to her ways and her desires- and if he thought this made him just like the rest of the wolves in the world to her, he was very very wrong. For he was special and dear to her, even if he did not know it and she did not show it. When she is mere inches from him, and he can undoubtedly sense and smell her, her voice slips forth for him to take in as he would.

”It has been too long, my Yojimbo.. tell me, do you remember the sound and feel of your own soul?” Another smile is cracking her pristine features, and as she had not stopped her movement, she is directly in front of him albeit slightly off to the side. She was only off to the side so that she could easily slide her dark muzzle along his own, the tones of their fur almost matching to a tee, her deep ocean gaze locking with his very own. They had not had much physical contact, but there was a part of her mind that craved the feel of him, his very touch, and she was loathe to refuse herself that. And Vera did not think he would particularly mind. In fact, she figured he wouldn’t be able to help himself at all.