Both his brothers had arrived not too long after him, though many others had trickled in too. There were quite a few gathered here and Rurik basked in the light of each individual soul, feeling the warmth of many wolves and hearing the chaotic chatter of excitement. Even his cousin made an appearance, and Rurik gave him a bark of greeting. He grinned, wide and toothy, looking down at Shadowstorm and then Ophi by his side, before his eyes moved to catch Andriel going off with some girl. He giggled, bumping his shoulder against his brother's and pointing in their direction. "Looks like pretty boy, like, found himself someone, huh dudes?" Rurik laughed again, his tail wagging against the soft grass. Maybe a girlfriend would loosen him up a little bit, or something. Andriel always seemed to have a stick up his butt, and it was a real downer sometimes. Maybe, if that really was his imprint, she could finally convince him! Unless, of course, she was as stuck up as he was.

Before he could say anything further, a yip of greeting caught his attention-- it stood out among all the other voices like a bell. Rurik turned his head, curious, before his eyes fell upon the dark-pelted, brown-marked girl. He swallowed, rising to his paws and turning towards her fully, looking at her with his head cocked to the side. Who was she, and why did he feel so funny? Some kind of strange warmth blossomed from his chest and filled his whole body. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, and in those moments he made the decision to go and speak to her, his tail brushing against Shadow in a silent goodbye and giving Ophi a sidelong glance as he hesitantly headed over to her.

As big as he talked, the boy was almost as nervous and fluttery as his father had been, when it came down to it. His paws seemed to have a mind of their own, leading him to her as though they were connected by some invisible string. It just had to be. He'd seen a lot of pretty girls before, but none that made him feel like this. His parents weren't imprints, but they had told them all about imprinting and what it was described like. But like everything else, a description could never do it justice.

He stopped a few feet away from her, not wanting to force himself upon her space. She seemed to be sitting with what looked like her sisters, and Rurik became incredibly uncertain. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if this was all in his head, a side effect of the herbs, and he was fooling himself? But something in his heart told him that it just wasn't like that. Whether or not she felt as strongly as he did, there was no doubt in his mind that Fate had chosen them as two halves of a whole soul. Rurik stood there, for a moment, waiting if she would notice him. Hopefully her sisters were distracted enough... "Uh... Hey." He said, voice sounding hopeful, his tail giving a few friendly wags.