twelve - no heart - no soul - Spirane

Taliesin is quick to answer her call but in the short time that they wait she studies Attu. Having been a loner herself for a long portion of her life she knows what it is to hunger, to desire the taste of tender flesh that swells the belly and makes the day worth it. She knows what has driven Attu to fighting the boar that did not want to die. Small game, rabbits and squirrels, they are lean in meat most of the year. They will sustain a body with plenty of energy but they do not taste as sweet nor last as long. Pack life is almost tender at times because there are so many to help make the chores of life easy. It offers plenty of time for relaxation and reflection. Wandering does not.

Natu does not judge Attu for his decisions. She is here to guide him with a gentle smile and a friendly demeanor, both of which are ingrained parts of her so it makes her job easy. As the golden figure of Taliesin approaches with his curious eyes she dips her head, closing her eyes for a moment of respect for the other male. He may not be alpha but he is a part of the pack and greater than her. He deserves the respect that she has to give.

"Greetings Taliesin," she answers warmly. "I called so that you could meet Attu. I have welcomed him into Spirane to help tend to his wounds, as you see, and if you believe it possible would also like to offer him temporary shelter so that he might heal and perhaps learn more of the pack? He has killed a wild boar, the product of his wounds, and would like to offer the meat to our pack if you would allow me to accompany him in its retrieval." Blue eyes stay rooted firmly upon Taliesin, giving him all the attention that his counsel deserves.