Long moments draw out and blend into one another, as I feel the increasing pressure of more and more eyes upon my back. If I had known that so many would turn up, perhaps I would have remained among the foreground. But as it was, I was quite certainly out in the open, if only off to the side of most of them. Conversation was held between a few, and it posed as a distraction enough for me to get by without having to do much at all. I know something has changed, and that something is happening though when I feel a slight prickling sensation upon my pale skin. Beneath my snowy white pelt I feel almost as if I am smoldering with hot embers, the sensation growing with each past second. The shifting of my large paws and raising of my hackles I am unable to help, nor the way my tall frame seems to magnetically turn itself around. With my back now facing the open expanse of waters, my molten gold irises flecked with emerald green have their chance to scan each face.

It does not take me terribly long to find her, but it also takes me too long. The exact moment my heavy and intense gaze finds her, a growl threatens to bubble its way up my throat but I refrain. I do not like these wolves that are so near to her; far too near for me to handle and without a word I am on the move. I do not care about them, they are all meaningless and nothing to me. She, on the other hand, the girl of silvers and greys and a bit of black and brown; she captivates me like nothing before. And though I am a slave to approach her, to lower my slender and royal skull so that I may look upon her evenly, there is fury in me as I know what has happened. Curse Devil May Cry and Natalya both for having their last sons as they did. There was no need for them to continue anything further, even if it meant the existence of my brother and I. Given the choice, I would not choose life. I would never choose life, and yet here I stand, and impressive fourm before the girl that is my imprint, even if I have not yet fully reached adulthood.

I do not keep her in the silence for too terribly long, by nature I must not be too unkind to her. But I am not so willing to be nice to her either, thus when I speak my masculine voice is gruff and straight to the point. "Your name." I would give mine only after she satisfied me with her own. Until then, I would watch her and wait for her, for really I was already almost mostly satisfied with the simple close proximity to her. Almost. I had come rather close, ignoring a personal boundary that should have perhaps otherwise been in place. For me it exists not, and it shows as I will the bright purple of her eyes to remain on mine, forever holding them fast.