He feels good. It is all he can really say. Knowing your other half exists makes life feel strangely more real. His whole world has shifted and changed yet he still feels more rooted to the spot as ever before. It seems he was not mistaken in going back to Glorall, it seems there was a reason Malina would be his teacher for the Angel Art, everything has a way of coming full circle and being what it was today. Why else would a blind wolf be given a hunter as his imprint? The daughter of his teacher and a wolf in his old home? It seemed so perfectly aligned for them to have the ability to meet just given enough time and really it didn’t bother him a single bit to have found her. His famly had a way of not choosing their imprints as mates. He never really considered the idea of even having an imprint let alone a mate in his entire lifetime. No one, he thought, save the children of Everlyse who were far too young for him would could see past his blindness, and he still wasn’t sure that even his imprint would see past it. She was fit and healthy; her smell could tell him that much all on its own.

Her latin reply left him only to nod then lead the way. He figured as much. It wasn’t so uncommon for wolves to speak the language that used to be reserved only for his family. Demons came along also knowing the language and it seemed several wolves from or with ties to Diveen also seemed to have picked up the ancient tongue. With a Demon and a Master Assassin for mothers Haziel was far from surprised that she spoke it. It made things easier another strange reason he assumed that they were fit to be imprints for one another, a practical choice that just gave them one more line of understanding in a way no one else could. He picked his path with ease, walking over the lands finding his way to the den he had stopped at just a hour or so before. It would take some time to get it back in living order but he was pleased to see that no others, wolves or other creatures, have decided to take residence there.

When he bumped into her he felt the warmth and almost like a shock as they touched. It took him aback at first his ears flicking back before pressing forward after his mumbled apology. Really he couldn’t help it being blind and all, he was accurate but far from precise in movements and sometimes that led him to do things he was certain a wolf with sight would never do. She didn’t seem to mind so much, her tones suggesting that much along with her words. She kept a good pace with him he could hear her paws moving along beside him until soon they were standing at the secluded den that was his first own home.

“Yes, though it appears I will be living here again.” He gave a nod his black nose twitching attempting to scent anyone that might be nearby, thankfully it seemed they were quite alone. “Do you think fate was unkind to you?” He asks curious to what her answer would be, “You said you feel it, the bond. You seem a clever girl as well, surely you have also noticed my lack of sight.” Surely she had, he had bumped into her and he wasn’t about to assume he let his eyes fall perfectly on her a single time. He was happy she seemed a kind and gentle soul, probably just what he needed for his stormy-dark one, but Haziel couldn’t help but think maybe that she had been dealt the short end of the stick in this deal with fate.