He had been keeping an eye out for his sister, perhaps wishing to speak with her if he could take a minute from her, away from the gathering. Isaac's eyes scanned the wolves but there was no Kirsikka in sight, at least not yet, and he wondered if she was out of the packlands searching for those wolves she had spoke of to try and rescue their mother. He didn't speak, his eyes simply wandered, until they fell upon a white-faced girl that made his heart stop in a most peculiar way. She looked shy, quiet, so different from him, yet he felt attracted to her like a bee would seek out a succulent flower in the springtime.

Isaac stood, making his way through the gathered wolves until he reached her, looking at her quizzically. She was brilliant already in his eyes and she could do no wrong in anything. The emotions he was already forming towards her were not unlike those he had for his family. They were special, a part of him. Was this... what imprinting was? He couldn't think of any other explanation, he couldn't think of what this could be other than that they had bonded. His heart thumped in his chest as he looked at her, then realizing that he was staring, cleared his throat.

"My name is Isaac, sorry, I just... think we should talk. Away from here." It was brash, perhaps, to assume that she even felt an inkling of what he felt towards her. But it went both ways, didn't it? Legends of imprinted pairs being more in love than anyone else had filled his ears since puphood. Even if that wasn't what she wanted, and he wasn't sure if he wanted that from her, he was still already incredibly protective of the girl. And he didn't even know her name yet.