It felt as if I was suddenly being cornered, and put in the spotlight all at the same time. I wasn't sure what these feelings were, or how they were connected to me, or really how they connected me with this male before me. There was a feeling in the air, like he was on the darker side of things in life, but for the life of me, I couldn't find it in me to care, at all, honestly. He seemed more mysterious and self-kept than anything, and that was all I could tell, at least for now. I let myself watch him from the distance, taking in his shades of grey hue, along with his silver eyes, he was a mystery within itself. And that was fine with me.

I paused, my thoughts scattering when he began to draw closer. Part of me feared if I started backtalking the way I usually do, that it would blow up into a contentious argument that would be less than pleasant, and while I'm all for making mischeif and havoc, I was trying to not destroy my father's packland while he was off visiting another pack. That wouldn't do much except show him that I had lied, that I hadn't changed. But I had, and I wanted father to realize I was not the same stuck up child I was, and that I wanted a fresh start.

He speaks then, and his words are gruff and deep, almost as if he had to force the words out. I froze, my eyes blinking as I tilted my head, wondering what I was going to say to him, and I figured I would say something, but...not quite yet. I let my mind begin to think of all these possible reasons, none of which made much sense to me. I had never been one for listening to the stories of imprinting, or of fated ones, whatever. Many spoke of it in passing, and I'd seen those couples who were so obviously smitten with each other, but I was more than sure that was never in the cards for me. And thus, this whole situation felt so strange and unreal to me. I didn't know this was an imprinting moment, that's how strange it was. "What's it to you?" Turns out, I can't help myself, and being my snippy snarky self is something I can't stop myself from doing.

I tilt my head, and then sit, my legs shuffling as I adjusted my stance before the brute before me. I didn't know him, but then again, I didn't know anyone who lived with my father's lands, so who knows how important this male really really was to father. I roll my eyes slightly, waiting to see if he reacted before speaking once more. "Kamala." Simple, my word was soft, nearly inaudible, but then again, maybe I'd meant it to be that way.