I wondered what had been going on, why so many wolves were gathering in the freelands, it didn't quite make sense, to be honest. I watched the rest of them with a curious expression on my masked face. Lava eyes watched them with a hope of someone speaking up and explaining what was going on. But it was as if the gods began to whisper to me then. It was almost as if they were leading me somewhere, but I couldn't quite pinpoint where they were leading me. I felt them pulling my gaze away from the most of the group, and letting it fall upon a black male before me. Unknown to me, he was my imprint. I hadn't understood the meaning behind that, what it meant to be an imprint. I hadn't heard of things like that back home.

ola me ka make Echoed in my heart. The gods were saying he was fated. But how? I felt the confusion overwhelm me, and my mind began to race, my head tilting as I watched him as he came closer. His words echoed as her eyes glanced over him. "Ah, hello." my words were tenative, and I found myself nervous, and I wasn't sure what was going on.

I found my weight shifting as I watched the male before me with the yellow eyes. I felt as if a chill raced down my spine, and I found my tail twitching around me as I sat and watched him. His voice came again, then, introducing himself and asking if I was new here. I dipped my head, a gentle movement. "I am Leilani, and yes, I am new here. I've yet to explore the customs here." I knew the way I worded things were...strange to be honest, but it was something I had done my whole life. I wondered what this thing was that was making the gods tell me he was fated. It still made no sense to me.