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

There is a comfort in his presence that lightens the strain she struggles beneath. It is probably his easy-going manner. The way in which he overlooks her crazed explosion as if it is nothing to take note of. As if any other would not be wary of such a wolf. Natu, before her assault, would have been kind and inquiring. Yet the scars that litter her body do not shadow the scars that have been left on her psyche. There is a hardness about her now that cannot ever be undone. It resembles, in its own way, the past savagery of her own brother. She has thought that maybe it was something that lurked within their bloodlines and with Lillith's thirsting blood it had come to the forefront; a hidden disease that festers when unveiled. Before her mind was set on diplomacy. On all things that shed light upon the darkness. Now she seeks and aspires to things of a more sinister caliber. Not blood, not death, but also not the light and the goodness of things.

Together they are companionable. She does not ponder her own circumstances for the moment. The blood will wash away and she can only hope that she has no extra sins to try and wash away with it. They all had skeletons in their closets. Regrets, loves lost, many stories that were left to be buried beneath the pressing silence of their own minds. Sleekwing had suffered too. He had watched his mother creep back into the mountains and watched as her soul fled her body only to accompanied by that of her mate. But he was strong enough to stick around; some might consider it cowardice but Natu knew. She knew the strength it had to take to let the need for revenge either die or hide away.

She looks on his silvered muzzle as he glances at hers, sharing a knowing look with him, but she does not reply. There is no need for more words between them on the subject. It lays there in the open, free of bindings, and she finds it odd, again, the level of peace she notices in his presence. She does acknowledge his glance as the passage narrows and falls behind him. There is no secret intent laced behind his eyes or in his words. She had never much paid attention to her instincts before - except her hunting skills and survival - and had always assumed others would have if not kind interests, then apathetic ones in those she met. Until Lillith.

The strain of her muscles is exhilarating. Although her breath too comes in a short bursts Natu does not falter beneath the strain. The mountains have become her home and after long years of wandering, mile upon mile stretching before her, her body is accustomed to such stress. She enjoys it. With each burning muscle she grows more relaxed. She moves up alongside him as he steps onto a wide ledge. The view that spreads beneath them is almost as freeing as the climb upwards. What would it be like to be a bird soaring above such a landscape? So wholly apart and away from it all? Her breath is short, eagerly grasping the thin cold air, and her own tail waves gently as well. She swivels her head to look at him, catching the overlong stare with a gentle curl of her lips. It is a pleasure to be looked upon in such a manner, if indeed that is what it was.

"Yes, it certainly is," she murmurs, making sure to keep eye contact with him for a few long beats before turning her gaze back once more and sitting, curling her tail around her. "I have wandered much around Spirane and missed this path. It seems I have missed much here." She offers him another smile, amused and insinuating, but happy nonetheless. Times were changing. She'd make things much better in her life.