She needs him. In so many ways, fate or the gods or whatever it was, she wasn’t sure anymore, granted her a blessing in her time of need. She was not as strong as she once was; physically she was fine, but mentally she'd been torn apart and Tobias would kill her for that. Everything she had believed had been ripped away. For the naive little angel had actually believed herself invincible, she had taken her father's stories to heart, believing them completely. And now…. he was dead and that meant his words had meant nothing. Was she even more special than others? She knew for a fact she wasn’t good, How could she have ever believed she was an angel if she wasn’t even good.

The masked wolf's bi-toned eyes watch him intently after he speaks, hoping that maybe somehow he would understand her. Her eye can’t help but drift over him as she does, he may not had been of blood her father liked but she was happy her imprint was him. Tt would have been disappointing if he’d been some scrawny little thing, which her Sun definitely was not; her blood stained lips can't help but pull back in a grin at the thought. She could speak his language, learning it had once been a necessity but in her years away it had faded. The common language made her tongue feel clumsy and heavy she would pause at times to remember the right word, but for him, for her imprint, she would suck it up. “I was not... thinking that you could.. be being able to... But trying is…. being worth it.. yes?” A happy, slightly proud smile lights up her angelic features, before she abandons the meal barely eaten to sit next to him. Years had favored the lady, her plush white fur staying white soft and silken, even the few hairs that adorned her mask where they hadn’t before were white instead of gray, age was only doing more to refine the well bred lady. She kept herself healthy and it showed in all of her flattering curves.

Alabaster paws move hesitantly at first, moving then pausing before she decides to say screw it. The smell he gives off is so captivating, so entrancing, she is still young enough to mate and breed and to desire to do so and the fact that he's her imprint makes it so much harder to resist. The need to touch him, to sit besides him, and let there scents merge is simply to overwhelming; he is the other half of her soul and every cell in her body is craving the completion. Pressing her smaller body into his side she sits, not say anything for a moment, just breathing, before her voice comes out in soft broken tones. “What is it being.. you are desiring from me?” Would an imprint love her? Or would he just not be able to leave? Could he choose another? The thought saddens her in surprising ways, she wants him to love. And only her. She needed him to…. and she would love him too.