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

Time had seemed to fly since that fateful day almost a year ago but the ripple effects still tormented her soul. Each night she went to sleep knowing that the child she raised was only with her because of the wickedness inside of her soul and the cowardice that came along with it. She had not known where to take him after his abduction. Not that she had ever remembered the actual event. All she had were his words to go by and the memory of his scrunched up puppy face, of the sobs that wracked his tiny figure, of the anguish that had seemed to devour her soul. She wasn't worthy of such a life as she had dreamed of. And now that spring was coming around Sven might even find his actual parents. They were the true victims having lost two children in one fell swoop. How could she have committed such an atrocious act?

It seemed as if he had been venturing further and further away from their den the older he got and Natu let him for the guilty side of her did not want to cope him up and to earn even more hatred from his young soul. If he disappeared her heart would stutter and she would worry for him but she would also pray that he was with his family and happy. It felt as if no matter what she did she could elicit no true happiness from the boy. He deserved it. She was too weak to give it.

She had been hunting this fine day. The sun was strong in the sky and the weather was temperate, no longer chilly. In her wanderings she had crossed the river and stumbled upon a wayward beaver caught off guard. She had never offered such a creature to Sven before and assumed he may not even know what it was so she was quick to pin it beneath her weight and snap it's buff neck. She could wait to eat for Sven was a growing boy - oh so fast he had shot up! He was so handsome too; truly she loved him. No matter what he would feel towards her she had fallen in love with the pup.

The trip back to Spirane had been quick and her paws found the familiar path up the side of the mountain and to her den. She approaches the entrance slowly with white ears pricked and pale blue eyes staring into it before laying the beaver at the entrance. She can only hope that he is about or within and will accept her offering.