twelve - no heart - Heyel's soul - Spirane
this is her in blackouts

It had been a weird sort of winter so far for Natu. She could almost say she was quite glad it was coming to a close except that Sven would be older. Things would not always be in limbo as they were at the moment. There was a chance, real and looming, that Sven would choose to leave her in search of his real parents. Even now she could not quite tell if he had ever forgiven her for the way she had taken him. It wasn't as if she had known was she was doing. Her blackouts had eased in the last season and she had felt a few moments of hope that they were beginning to fade. That whatever had been triggered inside of her skull upon her attack almost a year ago was finally coming to a close. It had left a devastation within Natu that could not quite be fixed and a devastation without that left repercussions in places she didn't even know.

For so long she had kept to herself high in the mountains while watching on as Purge and Snowshoe began their fued. Although she didn't know much about Snowshoe, Purge seemed a more... direct sort of alpha. The kind that would not hesitate to set a path and that others would respect enough to follow it. Although Moonglow's death was a direct result of such ambitions that was the way of life. Natu could not fault her for it. Still she knew very little about her ruler, a fact that she would have to change, but unless forced to leave she quite liked the confines of Spirane. It offered a pack and also solitude for a spirit like hers.

She had finally come down from on high to roam the borders for an intense sort of itch had squirmed beneath her pelt. The need to do something and not focus on all the recent developments in her life. It is as she does this with the snow padding each footprint that the stench of swamp begins to waft in her direction. Twin spires immediately clasp her skull and lips peel back in a vicious snarl although she remains silent. Lillith was the cause of all her troubles. She hadn't much cause to care what stories had been spread until the raven bitch had assaulted her - if it wasn't for Ailith's arrival Natu would have bled to death on the floor of the grotto from a combination of wounds from the attack and her subsequent fall. A long scar shows on her shoulders and one in front of her right ear above her eye.

She spots Maeve standing at the borders and her howl floats through the air followed by the snapping of a limb. Natu melds perfectly with the snow but she doesn't attempt to hide as she slips from sparse woods with her ears tucked back and icy blue eyes gazing coldly upon the female. Her hackles are raised but she does not attempt to assault the Iromar wolf. Obviously she calls for Purge and is smart enough not to cross into the borders without first announcing herself. Natu does not know that they are acquainted only that she would remain as sentry until Purge arrives to confirm the status of Maeve.

"Not quite the swamps you are used to is it?" And although Natu's voice is not overly friendly it does not hold the edge of fury that her stance might entail - it is simply cold and indifferent. She will not question why Maeve is here for Natu is not the ruler and it is not her place.