I never understood the whole basics of imprints. I knew my father had found his imprint after my sister and I were born, so that was something, but I had never seen them together. I had heard him speak of it once, telling me how it was as if no matter what he tried to do, he couldn’t get her out of his mind, and he felt as if he had to do anything to get to her, but then he had been stolen into her pack, not by her, and he had to drag Rozenn along due to her mom being gone. But the next day or two Rozenn had come running back to spirane, dad was not in tow. She had told us how the males who they had run into hadn’t been the friendliest. And then, well, dad was just.. gone. I don’t know where he went after that, I don’t know why he didn’t come to us in spriane after he was free. I missed him, if I would be able to talk to anyone about an imprint it would be him, but I didn’t have him there to talk to anymore.

I don’t think I’d end up hating Aspis. Maybe resenting how we re-met, but there was obviously a good reason he was so damned spooked. Whether or not I was 100 percent sure was a totally different story. But time would tell, yes? He snapped again, before telling me to head south. I snort, shaking my head as I move my long lithe legs. I wasn’t extremely tall, nor was I bulky. I had a bit of heft, yes, thanks dad. But I still had my mother’s feminine figure. I twisted my head, narrowing my dual colored eyes at him for a moment before I headed south. Presumably headed towards the grotto, but lets be honest, I have no idea where he’s insisting I go. But until he tells me, I guess I’ll have to have blind trust in him, right?

I pause listening to his words, about someone finding them, and how that wouldn’t be good. Who could be that evil that Aspis was this scared of him? I hadn’t met anyone like that here yet, but then again, I hadn’t quite gotten out and about so I had no idea who was who around here. I guess I had to give into trusting him, even though I wasn’t sure. I shook my head, letting my long legs move easily across the top of the grasses, hoping I was headed in the direction he wanted. Because lets be honest, I really didn’t feel like getting nipped, again.