I didn’t know what to think of this male, I didn’t even know he was my mother’s imprint. All I knew was he was hanging around the grave of my grandmother and I wanted to make sure it was respected. I knew she probably had enough enemies out there, enough that would want to defile her grave maybe rob it of her bones and flesh to give it their own personal touch, I wasn’t going to let that happen, I was going to den up nearby to make sure of that, but it seemed maybe the male wasn’t anyone bad. My red rimmed ears flicked back, for a moment letting my blue and red eyes run over him, calculating his words, his movements. He seemed almost bored, I noticed, sitting back comfortably but I didn’t move. It wasn’t like I thought he was going to fight me or something, but I just wasn’t ready to relax about him yet.
My silver highlighted form didn’t move when he told me I stood on top of my grandmother, no, on top would be if I dug up her collapsed den, I considered myself shielding her if nothing else. ”Over them.” I corrected, ”I am not doing this to insult or harm.” I add my tones curt and to the point, but not completely unkind. I didn’t want him thinking I was here being a hypocrite. I loved my grandmother, but his next words caught me a little of guard. He continues saying that he protects them and that when he sleeps he is closer to them. That was a little different. I remain silent, regarding him in a different light, I don’t think he’s crazy, or weird, I believe him in a weird since. Maybe that was my grandmother and mother in me… we seemed to be able to understand to fit with those that perhaps the rest of the world would ignore or reject.
”Why? Do you protect my Grandmother? What is she to you?” I asked, I know my grandmother did a lot of good for wolves who were less liked in moladion, but I remember him, if not vaguely, in Taviora. To my knowledge I don’t think my grandmother had many good run ins with Taviora in the past… even though they had a treaty I know some of the wolves there were less than happy with what her Imprint, Tobias, and her and the other female had done. Perhaps it would be odd that I don’t address the obviously weirder thing he mentioned though. But somehow I think I understand.
His pale eyes stared into mine then, I wonder if he’s challenging me, but i don’t back down. I watch him back, standing protectively over my grandmother’s corpse though I have fairly convinced myself now that he wasn’t a threat to her or me. Still I want to know why he cares… is it just because she’s dead? Or is there more to this story I don’t understand?