At his silence her elegant crown tilts, ears perking forward and eyes of teal and black going wide in question and sheer wonder as his form grows closer. what Was a simple enough word to remember though it vanished from her mind the closer she grew to him. His crimson and black eyes captivated her; everything besides his dual toned windows blurred. Since she had gotten here nothing had been right. Heyel was dead, her mate had replaced her. But this….. this felt right. Just looking in his eyes she felt home; she felt like she’d known him in million of lifetimes before this.

Perfect ivory paws are barely refrained from moving as her body urges her closer. A strange feeling welling up inside her, telling her if she touched him everything would be better, the world would be right if only she touched him. Moving of their own accord her paws take another hesitant step forward, on the leaf strewn terrain. She knows she shouldn’t go any closer, any closer and it would begin to get way to intimate, but the urge to touch him refuses to let up.

Another step closer, she can almost touch him, the rustling that draws his ear also moves her but that is all the attention she gives it, to lost in trying to see the world she's sure is in his eyes. A paw lifts yet again, stopping only when she hears the tone in his voice. The whole time her mind had nagged that this was it, she had found the love of legends; she had found the other half of her soul. Yet, was he? How could she be sure? He didn’t even sound excited to meet her, and even if she wasn’t his soul mate he had damn well better be excited she'd seen fit to grace him with her attention.

A frown begins on her lips, uncertainty filling her, would this just be another disappointment, another wolf who would replace her. She wants to ignore him, to walk away before her heart can lay claim, get invested and hurt again, but she can't. Her legs refuse to move away from him; her lips refuse to deny him. “Aaliyah.”