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

So many new things to think about. Mainly at the forefront of her mind was the fact that she had found her imprint, Heyel. Although he wasn't exactly what she had expected. Despite trying diligently to ignore him the male had sought her out to have a conversation; just because her body was pulling her towards him didn't mean she had love him or anything. And just because he had a mate didn't mean they couldn't be friends. After all their souls had been matched together by fate so they were bound for some reason although whatever that may be was obscure. Besides he wasn't the only thing she had to focus on. She had spent very little time with the wolves of Spirane and had only recently met Sleekwing. The gray male was companionable and her mind had taken a shine to him for his spirit was like hers.

Mostly her mind was centered around Sven. He was a yearling now which was obvious in his growing figure. He was a light in the darkness and yet a darkness in itself for he reminded her of something she couldn't even remember. An accusation of murder and a theft. Heartache for some family out there. The thoughts swirled and coalesced into a definitive solution after a time and she had decided that she would seek out Ailith's help.

Despite having been in conversation with Heyel at the Fields she had noticed that Ailith had seemed drawn to a rather strange male. Perhaps she had found her own imprint that fateful day. Natu hoped that if she did her story might be one of happiness. Ailith was her saving grace, a friend when she should not have one, a savior when she should be dead. For some time she had felt that her life was almost a punishment for Ailith's interference that day. Having caused so much havoc in the wake of her healing and she suspected her friend had kept her out of much more. The creature she became when she wasn't herself was... terrible. It had to be to do such things.

She pads down the mountainside with her nose high in the air to catch the blooming scents of flowers and trees and her tongue hangs out to taste the sweet spring air. She has always loved spring. Winter was a lovely thing for the snow made her like a ghost but there was a feeling of happiness that followed it with the bloom of life. She had heard the cries of newborns ring through the mountains this season and wondered from who they came. Perhaps this place would once more come to life instead of the dying place it seems to have become.

She traces the scents of Ailith through the awakening forests and to a creek that rumbles through the area. The white wolf and Natu are almost a match with their pale fur and blue eyes; in another lifetime the might have been friends or sisters. Natu smiles happily as she spies Ailith - hopefully she hasn't interrupted mealtime. If so then she would probably join in and catch some fresh fish of her own to eat and take back to Sven. "Ailith, my friend. How are you?" Natu comes to halt by the stream and near Ailith's side. "I have come to ask a favor of you.. if you do not mind my intrusion."