Only now does she realize that she had unconsciously introduced herself in a very similar way to how she had first introduced herself to Soricer. Much pride filled her voice when she speaks of her occupation within the pack, but really it just further proved that she needn't be the lead hunter to be proud of what she does. Though perhaps her pride on such could be a little misleading, and names for pack ranks could be confusing to those new around the forest pack. She smiled, with her tail wagging, when he does not hesitate to take her offer of the second raccoon. He gets a little close, but it obviously shocked him more than her, since he backed up. She took another bite of hers, swiping her tongue across her muzzle for anything that might be clinging to it. He sat directly opposite of her, setting down the prey she gave him. Staring, it seemed to be trend among her imprints, not that she minded. Though not vain, there was something oddly satisfying about receiving attention from an imprint. She had to purposely remind herself every so often to glance away, not wanting to stare too much. "Of course." She said inclining her head to him politely. 'He surely seems nice enough; it may be a little harder than I thought to be cautious around him.' She was drawn out of her thoughts by the male clearing his throat, and then introduced himself. "Pleasure to meet you, Mikken." She said dipping her russet crown to him once again.

It was slowly becoming apparent to her that he was feeling the effects of the new bond. He seemed a bit on the speechless and restless side; then again she had been as well, when she and Soricer had first met; perhaps it was thanks to that experience that she wasn't in the same state as Mikken. However no matter how well she hid it, the bond was still affecting her, with her heart racing in her chest. He lifted his leg scratching himself in a somewhat perplexed way. He picked at the raccoon he chose, she took this as an opportunity to take another bite into her own. At his question she restrained an awkward laugh, not wanting to seem rude. 'So, he really doesn't know, well I always did say I liked teaching; but this is probably one of few subjects I wouldn't have minded not teaching.' She glanced down at his questioning look slightly embarrassed and taking a deep breath, preparing to dive into explanation. "Well, first I must apologize if I don't explain this as well as some might be able to, and I know it may be confusing for you. There is a common belief in this land, Moladion that the fates will intervene with our lives; matching males to females. This happening is most often calling imprinting, though it has been called soul bond and soul mate as well. Only males can imprint on females, though the females reaction to imprinting seems to vary; from not feeling anything, to feeling it strongly." She paused taking a breath while thinking of what next to say.

"Some imprints become mates, and others stay friends. However not all imprints go well, in fact some go horribly wrong. It seems to be common belief that imprints are two halves of one soul; really it's a gift or curse based off your own feelings. And that's what's happening to you right now." Her words held no duplicity, only speaking of what she heard and what she had learned from her short time with Soricer; and she hoped Mikken would hear it. It could be a hard concept to believe, even to the point some born within this land still didn't. She pricks her ears to him ready to answer any questions that are sure to follow; hoping to, at very least, help him understand. She was also alert ready gauge his reactions too, she needed to know what he thought of this. To someone who has never heard of this, it could seem a bit too magical to be real; especially when one doesn't grow up hearing about it. Part of her wondered if he’d just laugh saying something along the lines of, ‘You actually believe crap like that? Stop joking around, and actually tell me what’s going on.’ Of course she wasn’t necessarily expecting it, but it wasn’t too far out of the realm of possibility.