Isn’t this what she wanted? It seemed like eons ago when she wondered what it would be like to be amongst others that accepted her. Most of the wolves within Asteraia did their own thing. The drive for independence just couldn’t be altered or changed. It did not bother her at all that the majority of the members were like this. So long as they understood they would need to come together as a pack then all was well and fine. She kept mostly to herself coming when needed. She was not one to just show up and barge in on someone’s personal space. It was odd that the first meeting with a strange would result in the other voicing their comfort with her presence. It all seemed so peculiar even impossible. Her drive to connect with her own kind was rekindled by her imprint and she seemed quite pleased. Even though her mauled façade remained emotionless and unreadable as always. Though there was something that Nakato had done that ruffled her thick fur. Slowly her fur along her shoulders rose like knives as a her black lips pulled back partly to show parts of her deadly weaponry, a clear sign of discontent. Gruffly she spoke as he shook her head in disapproval.

“Don’t call me ‘your highness’ I’m not someone that wears a crown or gives myself a royal title.”

Some wolves saw themselves as something to be marveled at or bowed down to. Whether it was because of their blood or their stature. She was not one that cared for such royal titles. She called herself the title she was born with and born to become. She was a Monster through and through and she would be so for all, because that was what they wanted her to be. That was all anyone could truly see and she would not hide behind some fancy façade with a royal title above her head. Her thick fur would lie flat once again as she turned her dial in an inquisitive manner wanting the Druid to explain more.

“Spirits that wish to guide us? Well, what is my spirit?”

As the two continued to walk the Monster would stop in her place as she pondered for a moment. No one had really explained imprint to her either, but she knew what she knew by observation and experience alone. It was difficult to explain because her experience was nothing like she observed. Some imprints fell in love and this was something she could not foresee Tobias doing at all. His mind went down to his basic instincts and emotion was not needed. She had accepted her Fate when they decided her soul needed to be attached to another. Yet she had also accepted the fact that no male would dare approach her and whatever sliver of a chance there was to find a mate was extinguished. She would not have someone to connect with through intelligence, someone to fell as if someone chose to connect with her – not forced. She would do what she could for her imprint, because she felt like that was what she should do for him. Turning her head towards the bobtailed wolf she spoke softly as she attempted to explain.

“A male imprints on a female. Fate decides whose soul a male belongs to. The male can be a brother, a friend, or a lover to the female that holds their soul. To some it is a blessing and to others it is a curse.”