Perhaps it was because he was so apathetic that even though he was bounded he was still rather grounded. He was being influenced, he could feel it in his chest, but he wasn’t floored and it was far from the ‘love at first sight’ that some wolves when they imprinted went through. Dirge wasn’t sure that ‘love’ was really something he would have though. The closest he could remember having was the love for his family. But familial love was a bit different than love had for another was it not? Same for friendship love or anything like that. Now possessiveness might be something he had, something he might put over the wolfess before him, but at the moment he wasn’t even sure about that.

She grinned her eyes not leaving his as if some devious thoughts were crossing her mind. Meanwhile he was still watching her his expression neutral mostly though one of his ears gave a little twitch at the sound of a water droplet hitting the cave floor not far away. He wasn’t sure what to make of her, or do with her seeing as she was his imprint. No one else could cause this feeling to stir inside of him, though he had to say he was rather unimpressed with her lack of knowledge on the history of the land she was in. It had been a rather prominent part of Iromar’s history, but her reply was a little more intriguing. ”And what future would that be? A future of pupnappers and extortionists?” He asked though really he didn’t care about their methods, more curious to what might be so interesting about the Moors now that might somehow outdo the clan of wolves that had owned it for years and years in the past. Granted, that was before his time, but what mark would this alpha leave for others to tell? Right now it was nothing far from impressive.

She started to close the gap between them and a low rumbling growl of warning came from his throat. He didn’t want her in his space, didn’t want anyone to touch or be in his face in such a manner. So the moment her nose made contact with his own he felt the shock of the touch snarled and whipped his maw around quickly aiming to grab her own with his own fighter’s speed and reaction time, gripping the top part of his own and shoving it down to her chest growling all the while. It happened in the span of a second, he didn’t aim to hurt her, more to surprise to shock, to show he meant his threats when he growled.

If he had a hold oher he would tighten his hold then release, either way he backed away still growling. ”Don’t do that.” His lips rose up slightly showing his pearly white fangs that had snuffed out more than one life. He knew he wouldn’t be able to kill her, but that by no means didn’t mean he would allow her to trample all over his personal space and comfort. She was already doing more than he would allow most to do, but no more than that until they understood eachother more.