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

Spirane could use more of strong, hardy blood. It had seen it's fair share of struggles and it seemed fitting, to Natu anyways, that some of the more hardy individuals be brought forth in an attempt to sway them into staying. Daenerys would never force someone to stay - or so Natu figures. She did not simply choose wolves at random to bring to the mountain pack despite doing so as part of her tasks in a bid to raise to Spider of Spirane. It was always tricky to lure a loner here; many simply didn't take well to strangers recruiting them. It was understandable really, what with Natu's past experience with stranger danger aka Lillith. It still stuck in her craw that she had not realized sooner the malicious intent of the ebony female and thus been born into a new world of guilt and pain. Yet here she was the stronger for it. Except for Sven and his brother; they got that bad bargain out of this shedding of her old skin. It was unfortunate and the blame really rested on her shoulders, but how could one be held accountable to actions they never knew they had done?

From a distance she had stalked Ragnarok to observe him. There was a fighting spirit within the boy that she admired along with something wild and intangible. How was she to know that he claimed to be some sort of gate keeper between this world and that of the demons? Everyone had their secrets. When he was summoned to Spirane she was pleased to see that he did not hesitate. She had followed for a bit before circling away and taking a shortcut to make it around into Spirane before he did; sometimes her wandering paws afforded her such opportunities.

He does not appear overly angry with the summons yet there is a determination in the set of his shoulders and with each step he takes. There is no cowering or fear - but then who would fear Spirane? Daernerys was of Moonglow's blood. Her heart was firm but it was not cruel. It was the way an alpha should be in Natu's opinion. Perhaps that is why the alabaster woman has taken so quickly to her new leader. Now it was time to prove her own worth in a battle of wits and stealth.

Natu does not bother to conceal herself from him as the boy walks into Spirane. She sits in his path with ears cocked forward and tail curled around her paws. It was a proud stance but also welcoming - and just as determined. He was brewing up something and she would be firm in her decision. One week he must remain in Spirane and then, if he so chose, he would abandon such a position for loner once more or to join their ranks. Unless Daenery's said otherwise.

"I see you have come. I am Natu - I am the one who has taken you." She spies his wound once more although her expression does not change to pity nor concern. He has lived this long without such matters. "Shall we tend to your wound or has it already been dealt with?"