Before Moladion, the girl of night had never known the word imprint. She had never heard of such a thing and now, the idea had lost some of the scary and gained something in the way of curiosity. Her black paws strike the ground with all the harshness of a mother caressing her child's face, she keeps to the edge of the meeting she comes across. She does not truly understand the way these wolves pair off, and the staring that was taking place. How strange was this place?

Kiyomi moves around, trying to see for all the bodies blocking her way, but to no avail. Instead, she moves toward the lake, leaving the larger group off behind her in favor of a drink of water on the very edge of the grouping of wolves. It was so strange to group up like this to her, so against loner nature. How many wolves could be in one place anyway? Too shy to speak to anyone, but wanting to know what this imprinting stuff was, Kiyomi sticks around, though away, from the group of wolves. She tries not to stick out, though her eyes would make this hard, and the white marking on her chest.