He winked in unison with his remark and Beltane practically drank in the expression with a swipe of her tongue across her lips; of course she had been listening out for him, she may have even asked others for him had she waited any longer to seek him out herself. His next words made it all too apparent that she had been thinking in such a way for when he spoke of being happy to see her, she practically quivered with excitement, her entire body seeming to jolt into action for a moment before she grinned and calmed herself. How strange to hear such words! She had never experienced true, overt rejection per se but to experience another desiring her company? It was an inexplicably pleasurable thought.

He might have kept his distance but Beltane had less inhibition. She'd never much cared for the concept of being too close, for what could be better for their own kind than being as such? Close in flesh, blood and soul. They weren't born to be alone. And so she glided forward as he spoke, his acceptance of her company seen as permission to do so. "Mmmm, did you see the blood moon some season ago?" She replied with a question as she swept in behind him with a clever pivot, running her nose (but never quite touching) his flank as she circled about, investigating the very colour and texture of his fur, energy, very existence. "When you're born here, when you come here, ah! Many say they feel something missing. Pieces they're not born with. Have to find." Imprinting, many called it, and yet she had never witnessed nor experienced it. Yet, it was true. Many felt something gone. "Holds them back. But when I saw the moon? Mm, that piece was filled. I'm not held back. Sharing blood...soul...energy...my choice alone." For when she had witnessed the moon, something inside her had moved. As if her very aura had suddenly spilled out into that missing piece, making her whole. It had made her free and freedom had made her blood hot.

She stood beside him then, her head turned to find his eyes in the moonlight as they stood flank-to-flank. She searched his face long and hard, her eyes digging deep into his. "I thrive in your energy," she dared to lean towards him, to feel his fur intermingle with the moon-grey fur of her flank, "I want to know what magic would be born of us."