There was a comfort here, a patience that made him want to stick to her like a burr in her fur. He would be happy to simply watch her, content simply in her smell. It was nothing like he ever felt before, not with even his mother or brother. They were almost all he knew, along with father, then his world expanded to include that of pack. But now? Now his perception of life had changed, and no words could define it. It was a thing of silence in his mind, a thing of feeling with no definition. It was simply was and he simply could not argue with it. Yes, it may be confusing to figure out, and he may not get it, but as the moments pass he came to accept it like how the sun rose and fell in an even pattern.

His ruby reds dashed with yellow and green could not seem to tear themselves away as he observed every detail of her face and how she looked upon him in a way he was not used to. How she spoke words he did not know and he looked to hear for the knowledge of what they meant. It would be the knowledge that would allow him to connect even further with her...something he desired the moment he set eyes flamed eyes upon her. Nothing else mattered, unless someone dare lay eyes on her with any hint of distaste.

His head tilts slightly as she speaks, and he is not at all uncomfortable with how close he was to her. It was instinct to be this close- a natural demand. He listens and watches as she moves her muzzle towards his chest. He looks down at it, blinking a few times before looking back to her- and those mesmerizing eyes- for further guidance.

"Feel..." he repeats to himself. "Imprint..." he says softly, yet firm, wishing to internalize such a word like it is something sacred. He felt something new and yet, it conflicted. It was new and old all at the same time. He felt like he should have been feeling this forever, but it was his first time. He understood her introduction, his tail waving behind him. Astraea- a name that would burn into his mind, singe its way into his very core. He took a moment to think, eyes diverting upwards slightly, but words...they might just come a bit easier when she is around, as he feels her gentle encouragement in her aura.

"Asteraia...Astraea...I from...your..." he says, face wrinkling as he attempts to decipher the difference. The names were so similar...and it then brought upon confusion even further. "Asteraia pack...Astraea imprint- both home for Singe," he says with a hesitant nod that gets slightly more confident right at the end. The boy of white and black then lets his muzzle point towards her chest, a questioning look gently coming across his rather hardened features. "You...feel here?" he asks, head tilting as his eyes attempt to lock with her again- seeking truth within in, as she is truth himself in the realm of words and everything.