twelve - no heart - no soul - Spirane

The call brings her forth from her solitude - away from the memories that consume her more often than not. The longing, the memory of touch and love, it surrounds her. It takes away her breath and leaves her bitterly broken once more. Natu is a strong wolf, in both stature and nature, but there are some things that even the strongest long for. Companionship is one of those. She has made her home in Spirane but things there are changing. It saddened her to hear of Moonglow and Alcide's passing yet at least they were in the fields beyond together. She was alone here.

Her spirit is that of a wanderer, and thus she takes a trip from Spirane to wander the loner lands and explore. Anything to sooth the darkness in her soul. In doing so she catches the howl, the beckoning call for companionship, and she finds herself gravitating towards the howl. Along with many, many others it seemed. They came from all over.

She was the last to join it seemed. Alabaster ears pricked to catch the snide remarks thrown around by the males to one another and she cannot help but to smile, amused. Testosterone was running high in this place. The females around seemed just as uncertain as her about this gathering and yet she sensed a longing within them too. Did they come for the same reason? The need to see others, to learn companionship?

Natu lays her stout body near the riverbank, her pale blue eyes studying the figures while she waits to see if anything will happen.