thirteen - no heart - Heyel's soul - Spirane
sister of warlow, dam of none
this is her in blackouts

The silver wolf does not seem at all offended by her frantic actions; she can see the curiosity burning within his eyes and the way his ears prick up to catch her voice. And she is thankful that he does not press the issue. She wasn't sure telling a total stranger that she had blackouts and did things she couldn't remember - or reverse - was a good way to go to develop a friendship. Besides he didn't seem at all bothered by her lack of cleanliness although she felt almost as if she wanted to crawl out of her own skin, away from the bloodstained fur that had no right to be there, no memory to match it with. Such would be the way of her life until the symptoms would ease; she had only hope that in time these blackouts would pass into their own sort of memory. Unfortunately it would have not fixed the situation she had put herself in with Sven.

Taking a moment to enjoy the serene pleasure that snow brings to her Natu smiles charmingly at Sleekwing. His easy attitude is worth note. It seems that many nowadays had the disposition of a bird whose nest had been disturbed, snapping or huffing, and then there were many in Spirane who simply ceased to exist. They became but vapors on the air and wraiths of the night. Natu had been one of those but looking upon the male she knows it is time to set that in the past. It is time to become herself once more.

Sleekwing's answer is clever and met with a dazzling grin from Natu for her spirit is that of a wanderer too. It is not so often one finds a kindred spirit within packlands. "Indeed they do. Wandering can be the cure to a sad spirit," she adds although she does not directly it solely at him. It is meant more for herself, a quiet addition to remind her of where she had been before Spirane. Her ears seem to straighten as much as possible and her eyes light with a shared friendliness. She haunts the edges of Spirane on most days so most of the hidden trails have not been found by her as of yet.

"It would be a privilege. Lead the way." She does not ask where they are going, she simply trusts that Sleekwing will not lead them astray; wandering is not always about knowing where one is going but finding the treasure where they end up at. Even if it is the same forests of Spirane or mountains it would be a delight to walk them with a newfound friend. Her heart yearns for the friendship that she has been so long bereft of. She could join Glorall to be with her brother and his mate but Spirane has become her home and the mountains a part of her soul.

For a time she follows him in companionable silence as they trail upward. "So much has changed since I first came here." The words are followed by a sigh, soft and as quick as the breeze. "The mountains have fallen silent. And yet it almost feels as if silence is too much noise." Surely he would understand what she meant. He who has lost his family, lost his heritage, a prince of the mountain - a wolf who had been in Spirane far longer than she has. He had been there in the glory days and she had only seen it for a brief moment of time before all was thrown astray.