twelve - no heart - no soul - Spirane
this is her in blackouts

Her child squirms between her jaws and makes some ruckus about how she hurt his brother. That wolf wasn't his brother. That was some imposter trying to stop her from taking care of her boy. She'd never let any harm come to him, her Sven. In her twisted, damaged mind, the situation had completely changed from it's original perspective. This was her son and her body was wired to protect him no matter what. It had been an instinctive retaliation at the startling attack when she had tried to get her son - it wasn't like the wolf had set out to harm a pup. She was protecting her cub. Accidents happen. That is what the instinctive creature she had become accepted to put the thing from mind.

Eventually her child stops his protestations and falls limp within her jaws. He is quite heavy after the long distance she has carried him but her body does not give way. Up and up she climbs to the den that smells of her. In the winter it would keep her warm and out of the blizzards. Plus something within her craved the solidarity confinement the position gave her away from the rest of the pack. Finally she sets the pup down at the entrance, her jaw stretching at the uncomfortable stiffness caused by the carrying while icy blue eyes survey her son. What was all this rubbish he was talking about earlier? Her mind, foggy, had already begun to forget the details. Why was he snarling at her like that? Was he hungry? She reached down and nudged him into the den, ignoring if he decided to snap at her but firm in her attentions. "There is food within." Then she turned and set herself as sentry, blocking the entrance and staring out, glassy eyed. After a small amount of time something came over her and her eyes shut for a few moments as if she was drifting off...

Natu opens her eyes with a sigh, noting the tiredness in her body and the strange soreness in her jaws. She blinks a few times, disoriented and her head cocks to the side. What time is it? She didn't remember awakening this morning but it seemed as if most of the day was gone. It is alarming, somewhat, to not realize how one got to the place they are in. She looks around her in curiosity but sees nothing but the mountainside. Everything seems in order. Maybe she was just overtired as of late. It would be more comfortable to just go back in her den and sleep the rest of the day away. Natu stands, shakes, and turns around...

And freezes.

Who is this child with orange eyes who glares so viciously at her? What is her doing in her den? Her heart flutters like a birds wing in her chest while her eyes take in his disheveled appearance. His fur sticks up around his scruff almost as if... he'd been carried? Oh god. Why was her jaw so sore? What was he doing here! "Uh.... um... Hi. Are you lost, child?" The words are stilted in her confusion; he is young, too young to be alone up here and she didn't recognize him from the pack. His markings were beautiful but not like any of those around. Who was this boy?