Naturally she had spoken her words of respect before taking her first bites into her fresh caught meal. Old habits die hard, and such being hammered into her head since she was young; only her other side would reject this tradition. Though her smell and taste were busy with the feast before her, and her eyes trained on the sky; her ears remained alert to her surroundings. She heard the sound hastened breath and steps seemingly stopping among the tree line, however the only indication she gave of hearing such was a flicker of her russet ears; she knew there were wolves that were more shy than others, and turning her attention them before they said anything could be a bit unnerving for them. She didn't want to scare the other off, especially if they were hungry; it was her job after all to make sure the Taviora and its guess were well fed.

As a male's voice sounded, she calmly turned her golden gaze to him, almost immediately felt the familiar tug of an imprint in her soul. If had been she standing he'd only be slightly smaller than her, it was his green eyes mostly attracted of her attention. His coat highly contrasted hers being mainly light gray with; blacks, light browns, and darker grays mixed in. Though the general feeling of this imprint was very different from Soricer, it still triggered a small burst of nostalgia. "Hello, I'm Leafshadow, an Arrowhead of Taviora." She paused a moment only just realizing that the pack scent was weak upon him, more than likely meaning he was either new or a guest; surely an intruder wouldn’t be able to get this far especially not with new pups. ".....Errrr hunter and scout are the more common terms I suppose. If you wish to join me there's another raccoon, or we could always share, I don't mind." She said, nodding to the other corpse. Automatically she had went to the way she knew best for putting others at ease, offering a meal, and also made it easier for her to talk to them in general.

She had to admit she was curious of the new boy, who was also her imprint. She wondered if he even knew about imprints, and either way how he'd react. The wild cards of her life had her a bit worried. Would this male be like Soricer and leave without word? She and Soricer, though they had only known each other for a short time had been closer than she had ever thought possible for her. How would her other self-react? Soricer had never learned about her other self and her other self didn't really have an opinion of him; but this was a different relationship which could mean her other self may dislike him, like him, or anywhere in-between. She’d have been cautious with this one; there was no telling what she'd do if she lost someone close to her again.