She watches him, confusion dancing like shadows across her fiery red eyes. Exotic and mesmerizing. It felt strange to him, sitting here across from a beautiful tawny colored female that he barely knew. Barely knew and yet felt like he had known for eternity. She is not like Zarah and yet they are alike. Both a mystery. Like a lotus flower that opened slowly beneath the gentle encouragement of the calming water's waves piece by piece he was able to pull back the layers of Zarah's life.. her history. There were still many layers left uncovered but already he was learning much about the red and cream woman.

But Leilani was still a mystery to him. Like a new blossom just beginning to bloom in the pale moonlight, an aura of comfort and beauty surrounding her... something that only his eyes alone could see. So it was the ways of a fated imprint. Or, that was what his grandfather had said when wistfully the old wolf looked to the heavens in an attempt to explain the unexplainable to his grand pup. He had not understood it then, never even really understood it after he managed to come of age. Yes he had had the occasional fling, the frowned upon tryst beneath the stars that no doubt resulted in a litter of pups or two somewhere far from these lands but an imprint. He had all but believed the old wolf was telling him a tale of fiction... a belief in the gods above that remained unseen to the searching eyes of the wolves below. It had been a faith that long since he had abandoned... until now.

There was no other explanation. Nothing else made any sense to explain the stirrings in his soul. The warmth that flooded through him when he gazed upon her with such devotion and pride.

She speaks, and he draws from his thoughts to focus on her words. Her lilted lyrics bring forth foreign words so smoothly and perfectly. He smiles. Fated. Despite the miles between them, the years, it makes sense. She explains about her elders explanation and he cannot help but to smile and nod in acknowledgment. "It appears the stories carry from one end of this earth to another." he begins, pausing for a moment to let the soft toned chuckle that begin to rise in his throat die away. "In my homelands, our elders spoke of the same. Very few were lucky enough to find their perfect mate, and their union was never questioned but simply described to me as a finding of a piece of the soul long lost amidst the mists of one's core. A piece forgotten but suddenly treasured and revered for its preciousness." he finishes, letting his words settle between them as he cocks his proud head towards her, a roguish grin playing upon his lips. "I must admit I never truly believed it before but I cannot deny the pull it has." he murmurs.

She speaks again, confirming his belief that she had not been long into this world. He merely nods along tentatively, listening intently to the curious and almost meek tone of her voice. "About the same. This place is not so much different from where I was born." he begins, rising to shake the new fallen snow that dotted his obsidian pelt. Pink tongue lulls lazily from his parted jaws now as he bows to stretch out the tendons and muscles in his back, savoring the feel of the stretching muscles that were long overdue for some action. He rises again, looking at her intently as his warm monotones begin again. "Some have more history here than others... with the packs but overall there is no difference. However it appears that to stay with one's imprint is left as a choice of the heart and soul... questioned here unlike where I am from." he finishes, piercing yellow gold eyes searching the brilliant red of her own. "Where are you from? I must admit your accent and language is not one I am familiar with."