She only has had a few lessons from her older siblings about imprints, though she doesn't remember most. Her parents being so strict arranged mates for all of them, and that was one such reason she had rebelled against them. Her family had been much too interested in status, which Striker had never really mixed well with. She hadn't been in this long land either, which just served to farther her ignorance of such a bond existing.

As she observed the group, she found her pale green eyes drawn to one particular boy. He was mostly white, with a grey mask and black flecking on left side of his face and front leg; much different from the colors she was used to within her family. She could tell he was older than her though not by much; all that she knew is that he seemed to have a different feeling about him. Whatever it was, he seemed feel it too since he began to look around, his gaze settling on her. Well, one thing was for sure, she had no intention of standing around like she'd been struck. Nah that would be too boring, this boy had caught her attention, whether that was a good thing or bad would remain to be seen by him. One her many talents from her years of experience with fun and pranking; was the ability to gauge the reaction and tolerance for her pranks, this ability had probably saved her a beating more than a few times. 'Maybe I should just walk up to him and greet like a normal wolf.' she almost laughed loudly at that idea. 'Yeah that'll happen, in a million years or so. Normal is too boring for me.'

As she contemplated on how introduce herself, she saw the boy nudge another who bore some striking similarities to him, his mouth moving with words she can't make out. It was actually an amusing scene seeing him trying to get the others attention, all while trying to keep his eyes on her. And then an idea of how to approach him, without wasting any more time she puts her plan in motion.

In one version of her plan she may have walked away to see if he'd follow, but she didn't like leaving things to chance. So instead she gets to her ebony paws, she slowly walks towards the male. Her tail swinging with her hips with natural-looking appeal, and her head held high. She purposely comes a little closer than what would be comfortable for any other wolf. "Well it's been a long time, hasn't it?" She asks adding a slight alluring tone into her voice. As if they've met before, when she knows all too well they haven't. "Your name seems to escaped me, what was it again?" She tilted her head in the question.