She always seems so calm and poised. Every time Warlow sees her he is surprised that she is related to him; they are almost extreme opposites. Where he is prone to frenzied outbursts Natu seems to suck all her emotions inside if she is upset. Of course he had gotten her riled before. He remembers her waking him about a year ago, trying to be her sweet and caring self. She had chastised him over and over for his grumpy and rude behavior to those she tried to meet and he had finally gotten beneath her skin. He had taunted her about her losses (not his most shining moment) to the point that she had turned on him, snarling, and he ended up clawing her maw. If Mistletoe looked close enough she could see the scar that edged off of Natu's lip courtesy of her brother. But she had forgiven him because it was in her nature and Warlow had actually felt guilty for it. Warlow moves his yellow gaze to Mistletoe, reaching out to rub his nose against her neck to reassure her. When she speaks of his kindness he chuckles, a deep vibration almost like a purr because of his contentment with his imprint.

Warlow blinks in response to her words before casting an almost chastened look to Mistletoe. It was true - he was not a beast prone to gentleness. But with Mistletoe he felt he could become whatever she needed of him. Be it monster or angel. "Natu... I..." His rough voice falters and his ears flick back as he tries to put words to his feelings. "I understand now. How you feel." With that both the wolves turn their eyes on Mistletoe making the conversation obvious.