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

There was a strength to Daenerys that hid her age; although young she had outsmarted her opponent and if the past few weeks were any indication, she would prove to be a valuable Queen. Very much respected and revered. Natu had already accumulated a sense of respect for the female. Being in a pack with such an alpha made it easy to find a sense of passion. Already Natu had moved up in rank, swiftly followed by her dear friend Ailith. Part of her business here with Dany was to gauge what it would take to continue her ascent into the hierarchy - she needed this. This responsibility would help drive away some of the shadows that lurked deep within her. It had been months since her last blackout. She attributed the change to the constant pulse of her imprint within her chest but also to her burgeoning friendship with Sleekwing and also her drive to return Sven to his proper place, wherever that may be.

She would right the wrongs she had caused. Still it did nothing for the burning hatred that festers within her at the thought of Iromar. If ever given the chance she would leave her dactylogram (what a weird word!) on them as a constant reminder of her fury. For now she would focus on better ways to alleviate the stress within her. She had been a recluse in the last year and half of living within Spirane but that would change.

It is clear Dany has been running and Natu smiles at the sight. Her wandering feet have kept at bay most of her darker side - unleashed from her assault - and had always seemed to help sooth her soul. It has been no picnic, her life. To lose one's heart and children and then their sanity... it is only the strength of her spirit that has somehow brought the pieces together to once more create Natu. Not the same as before, but a stronger version.

Natu nods at her words. The silence was much louder than even the cacophony of sounds that now echoed in the peaks. It was nice to hear the pups barking. She hadn't spent much time with Pan, only on a recent hunt, but she was happy for him to have his own children. There was nothing in the world like parenting. It created that longing once more. Sven, oh Sven, he was so bitter towards her. He had every right to be; she raised him and tried so hard to make him happy. Yet she was the very monster that had stolen that happiness. It left a wary feeling within her - would Daenerys turn against her when she found out what she had done?

"I am well, and you?" For a moment she shifts from side to side, turning her head to catch a swift gust within her face; scents roiled in the air. It was magnificent. The kingdom was alive. Just the reminder sets her on her course and her icy blue eyes turn once more back to Daenerys. "I have come, actually, to speak of matters of pack. I am glad to have the rank in your Occult but is there perhaps a task in mind for me, a set of them, to aspire to be your Spider? I wish to have an active role in your circle and to, hopefully, earn your trust."