When she spoke, what happened was the most unlikely thing imaginable; to Lucero, at least. It was as if a fanfare had gone off silently within his skull, and she was the main event. The plain girl prior of black and grey had become something enchanting and all too unreal, and immediately the almost full grown boys heart sank. He had found his imprint; he had found his other half- so why did he not feel to her as Iblis did to his own Mother? It would seem that all souls are truly different, for he knew he felt a particular way toward the still unknown girl. Unknown she might be, but his apparent other half all the same, though that might be up for debate at this time. Were they truly two halves to a whole, or was there simply a special connection, a bond there that might one day solidify? He could never know of the chain link that had plagued his Father, that had bound him to wolves most unkind at its very mercy. He would never know any of it, nor would he know how kind Fate was to him this day. Though the enchanting, silver phantom before him was in the spotlight, there was still something there, in the very corner of his mind. Zelly.

When it came to Iblis, his Father had nothing and no one prior to Rhae. Albeit he had past imprints, but none had ever stuck around for any significant amount of time to add up to anything. Past love interests were another story, one Lucero did not know, but figured there was slack of. His Father didn’t seem the type, anyway. Tilting his growing skull ever so slightly, he watches the she wolf with a calm demeanor, though she would be able to undoubtedly see the certain glimmer within his gaze. Though she was not his Zelly, she was another soul all her own, and perhaps one he could know just as any other. Just because they were imprints did not mean they were automatically.. well, anything. Anything at all. They weren’t even friends, and it was an interesting thought to think that, truly, all imprints were nothing in the very beginning. The first eye contact, the first words, the first anything. But too many thoughts and even a clever mind can get quite jumbled. Focusing on the here and now and not in his brain, Lucero realized she had moved before speaking.

The lady was closer now, though she was moving with the shoreline as to keep an ample distance from him. Lucero was no fool, and they were complete strangers after all, imprint or not. She had called him pup, and perhaps it was meant to be insulting, and perhaps to any other they might very well be offended. But not the tricoloured wolf that watched her with vivid teal irises. Her drawled out words were stiff and unwelcoming to him even, but that was alright with him. If she so wished to treat him as such, then she would. And he would endure, simply for the sake of knowing her. Reclining placidly upon the bank, he leaned down to give action in emphasis to his next words. "Might you care for a hare?" A gentle and rather small smile was given to her then, but he did not know if the black and grey lady would respond well to such a gesture. It may very well backfire in his face, and he had better be prepared, half blind or not. He had nudged the slightly plump creatures that still lay at his feet.

Even if she had not been his imprint, he would have offered, for she looked hungry, and any wolf he came across, other than the cannibal type, he would share any meal with. Friend or foe. A life was a life, regardless of where it lead, and all things were to be cherished. But such thoughts were kept silent in his skull, as many things were, as the boy merely watched the older female. Outgoing and straight forth he was like his Father, but he still held the traits of his Mother and eldest brother alike, silence being a rather close companion of his, and patience even closer still.