I wondered what this meant to me. For me. The curiosity of the whole situation was different than I could have imagined. I felt as if part of me was okay with it all, but the other part was hesitant. I couldn't imagine letting this go wherever only for it to break apart something else. And I felt like that was all that it would do. That there was something, somewhere, and that accepting this imprint bond for all it was worth would break whatever there was out there. I felt like I was being torn into two pieces. One who was eager to go with the flow, the other who was a scared little girl. I sat listening to him, and the words he spoke swept across my heart, and I tried to be brave, but I was not lionhearted, I had never really been that way. I had always relied on my brothers, my parents. I was not a courageous girl. I was weak at heart. I pretended to be this strong girl, when I knew I couldn't make these decisions on my own.

I was brought out of my thoughts at the touch of his nose against mine, my bright fire eyes widened slightly, in awe at the sensation a mere touch brought forth. It was as if lightning crackled down my nerves at that simple touch. It was...intense, to say the least. The strange feelings only intensified as he settled in beside me, his dark pelt a contrast to my tan colors. Out of instinct, I shifted, letting my small shoulder press into his ever so slightly. "Where do we go from here then? I just feel so lost and confused over this whole thing. I feel this pull to you I don't know how to explain, but at the same time, I wonder where it's supposed to take us." I sighed looking down, letting my eyes close as I waited a moment, then lifting my eyes to him.

Instinct hit, and I reached forward, my nose pressing gently into the side of his neck, breathing in softly. I pulled back after a moment. It may have seemed weird to him, but I felt that strange urge to pull his scent in and hold it, as if I was etching him into my memory. I looked under hooded lids, uncertainty lining my eyes. I didn’t want to push this in the wrong direction, nor did I want to be that girl who never accepted her imprint, but at this point, I was lost for what to do. I looked to him for direction, because at this point, I didn’t know where this was supposed to go. I wanted his input on it all. Because I had no idea what I was supposed to do. But I needed him, for whatever it ended up as, I needed him.