When he felt it, everything else paled. It faded into the background, because right now Mockingbird's attention was all for the white female with the pretty purple eyes. Of course that lasted only a few moments before the sorrow of her hit him full blast and had him staggering. He struggled with it for a moment before pulling himself together, blinking back how strange this all was. She was so sad, and he wasn't sure how to help. He knew he had to, for some reason, and he was going to try. Yet it was then where Mockingbird knew what had happened. Imprinting. He had imprinted on that female.

Which gave him much pause, because he had thought that he was too wrong to imprint on anyone. Wasn't male enough to do it, and yet... here it was. It had happened and Mockingbird had to re-evaluate a great deal of things in his life. Had she been here the whole time, waiting for him? Like a type of salvation he had thought he'd been cheated out of from birth? That sent a lot of mixed emotions through him, but he could still taste her sorrow, bitter on his tongue. And he had to wonder what more this might mean for him. That perhaps he would work in ways that a male should.

Maybe she was just the key to everything. Mockingbird was stunned by all of this, but he was shaken from his shock by the fact that she, that dainty beauty, was moving away from the group. Mockingbird could not allow her to go! He had to catch up to her, had to see what was going on and speak to her. So swiftly he moved after her, not willing to just let go until he knew what was going on, until he saw if he could sooth her sorrows. That part he wanted most of all right now, because it was a heavy burden, and he did not think she should be so unhappy.