Before she came to this land, she had been alone for three years. At first she had stayed up north in hopes of running into pack again, soon become apparent that it wasn't going to happen. So instead she traveled place to place purposely evading others and troubles, but when entered the borders of Moladion something made her want to stay; so she did. She may have once wished that her life up to now had gone differently, but now she has accepted that it's possible that everything she had done had lead up to her meeting Vince; and that is something she'd never wish to change. Her she played the role that all wolves were meant to, as well as her own; heck maybe she had change other's lives without realizing it.
She watched as his expression lit up with her truthful response. She felt even more heat rise to face at his revelation and to what had he called her. Her grin got wider as he cleared throat possibly a little embarrassed himself, well that made two of them. "Of course, do I really come across as a liar to you?" she said in mocked seriousness, in attempt to dispel some of their slight discomfort.
He had a strange comforting effect on her, which actually let her to loosen up and joke around with him. It was new to her; she was used to being tense, ready to run at the slightest hint of danger; with him she didn't feel like she had to be so guarded all the time. She wouldn't want him to change he is for her, she liked him just the way he was. even the parts she has yet to see, to reject one part of him was no different than rejecting him as a whole; at least that's how she felt about it, and rejecting him wasn't something she would do. He may not be perfect in other's eyes, but in hers - he couldn't be more perfect. She knew no one could be actually perfect; two could be perfect for each other. Perhaps they were just lucky the fates placed them together as imprints, if that was the case, then maybe she should really be thanking them. She had heard that some imprint bonds seemed to have gone terribly wrong, theirs seemed to be the exact opposite; for this she couldn't be more grateful.
Vincent expressed his relief that she had been avoiding hardship, after which he winked at her; which only served to worsen her blush. At this point all she could do was hope it wouldn't stain her fur red. She continued to listen as he spoke the truth about fate. Briefly wondering as he trailed off, what had come to his mind when he said "good things". However instead of pushing for more details she changed the subject to him.
She smiled that he seemed amused at her subtle joking; she loved how his fierce eyes glimmered enjoyment. She stiffened at the word 'bear', being from a northern nomadic pack, bears had often been a problem; though she had been young, she had often secretly followed her parents and their packmates to rid bears of their temporary territory. bears had frightening strength and it was rare for no injury to occur, the thought that her soul could have gotten hurt or worse deeply disturbed her; an apparently within good reason as he revealed that two had lost their lives in the fight. Despite him grinning at the prospect of turning the bear that assaulted them into meal for weeks, she could tell it was little more than a brave face.
"I can't say I blame any of you, any death can be upsetting; however the closer it is you the worse its effects are." her voice quieted toward the end of her talking. She hesitated for a moment before letting her forehead drop on to his shoulder, despite the circumstances she could help feel a small spark this was the first time they've had physical contact. Taking a deep breath, upon the exhale she murmurs, "Sorry for your lost." Quietly she wondered what Asteraia was like; she didn't like leaving Vincent out of her sight.