I never knew that even when imprints weren't near that they'd still feel that pull. I had heard over the years that it more-so affected the males, but I couldn't help this feeling. I didn't know what it was, but at the same time, I didn't like it. Mom had never been the kind to be demonstrative with feelings. Come to think of it, I can't remember hearing my mother say a good word to me about anything, no words of love or care. Maybe that was why I was having so many issues with this sensation. I didn't want to feel this way, but fate was demanding it, apparently.

The past season had gone slow, mainly me being a bit of a recluse, like I tend to be. I don't know why I always felt that nagging need to hide when it came to that season. Winter, I knew what happened in winter, I was not that naive, but it felt as if my body propelled me to hide away from the world during it. I hadn't seen anyone in a while. And by anyone, I meant Eden, or Underidge. I didn't know what was going on, and that was how I liked to keep it. Most days.

The smell that permeated the air today was full of copper, and it made my tongue twitch. The scent latched onto the back of my tongue and I could taste the blood in the air. Someone was hurt. It wasn't a kill. I knew the difference between prey blood and blood of a wolf. The hair on the back of my nape lifted, and it was like there was a string that had suddenly attacked to me, and I felt the zap all the way to my toes.

My legs began to move before I realized where I was going. The smell grew, and with it came a smell I'd had burned into my mind. Underidge The pang that went through my being as I realized he was the one that was hurt was strange. I didn't know what this feeling was, this fear that began to roll within me. I never felt that way before, and I wasn't sure what really was going on.

My legs pushed my light body, my agile figure moving faster towards the smell. I had been on the shore, and that meant I had a lot of ground to cover before I would make it to his side.

Or, so I thought. I saw him then. He was just sitting there, but I could see the darkness on his chest and legs, and I saw someone near him, but by all means, whoever it was wasn't important. I found myself slowing as I came to face him. My eyes softened in a way that I didn't know I was capable of. I felt a low growl begin in my chest as my eyes darted to the other body that was standing away from him. Who was she?? And why was she here? I moved towards Under, my body and mind moving without planning. I didn't know what to do, but bringing myself close and near enough to lend him my support seemed like the best thing to do.

"What on gods green earth happened Underidge?!" I nearly growled under my breath as I looked down at the injuries to his chest and legs, I looked back to his face, my own holding a puzzled expression. I heard the female begin to speak. She tells of Blackthorne, of Iromar. And when I hear the words that she spews, a chill washes over me and I let my eyes drag away from her to rest on the form of my father. No, no. I opened my mouth to speak, and yet, there were absolutely no words that fell from my lips.