Rufio’s nose roved over her and into her ruff. Possibly a good thing Rufio had come across one who was just as ‘rude’ as he was. He investigated her and she shared in the action. Her nose traveled around his neck and along his chest. The one deep breath he took was matched by her rapid sniffing. It was swiftly apparent she was interested in learning far more about him than he was of her. From her perspective she was making sure he was not a wolf of Iromar, that he might not be a spy peering into her own home, or attempting to cause harm to those she loved. As soon as she was satisfied she stepped back and watched him, matching his expression with her own carefree features. She was barely phased by his assertion that she was not ‘her’. After all, she could not be anyone other than who she was. Her brows furrowed. Except that she could. As she was not.

My name is… Matini! It was still a challenge to remember to title herself with the name her own Imprint had called her. Even now, it felt wrong that she was sharing it with him. Cenna had called her the name before he even knew her, unaware of how accurate it was. I’m from the forests. A strange discomfort pulsed through her chest. On their first meeting she lied to this friendly wolf. He did not deserve her deceit. Hopefully she would be able to make it up to him one day. She gave a slight huff, but then her eyes narrowed at him. A memory sparked and suddenly it dawned on her. She had seen him before! Heard his name even! His floppy ear was hard to forget.Hey! I’ve seen you! You were in Diveen, a few years ago! What are you doing here? It had been the day she met Cenna, one she would never be able to forget.