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

It was a lovely day for Spirane. The bustling of bodies and play seemed to reverberate off the steep mountain cliffs yet she enjoyed the echo in her ears. It reminded her of days long past spent in the happiness of family. The bliss of motherhood and of love; alas, her own children had been taken far too young through sickness and strife. Her mate too. Since her attack from Lillith she had begun to finally let them go despite having lost them many, many years ago. She had been on the precipice of death, dangling on the edge of her own sort of bliss, and Ailith had brought her back. But some part of her had not wanted to go she had realized. There was much to live for in this world. Her tender delight in the company of Sleekwing reminded her of younger days as well and her burgeoning position within Spirane gave her goals. Not to mention she had begun to discreetly look into finding Sven's parents.

Natu was normally a recluse. A wanderer at heart with pads toughened from such lengthy walks, her nose scuffed from constant snuffling in places perhaps she should leave alone. It was no wonder really that she had not heard of anyone searching for a lost child and yet... had it been her own, she thinks, there would never be a moment of rest for her strong paws. She would be worn, a hollowed out shell. Especially considering Natu was under the belief she had murdered a child and had stolen his brother. Sven was never really happy here - why would he be? She, after all, had destroyed his childhood in a fit that she could not even remember. The scar that is nestled above her right eye between her ear and eyebrow is all to blame. That fall down the grotto had turned her world upside down. It all boiled down to Lillith.

She had promised Sven to take him on a tour of Spirane. They had done so in the winter yet the snow witheld many of it's secret coves and caverns. She wished for him to find something, anything, to amuse himself. To see a delighted smile upon his somber features; she had not yet told him of her plans to search this summer. She did not want to get his hopes up lest they be brought back down with a resounding crash. He was growing into a fine boy. She made sure he had plenty to eat at all times yet food does no satisfy the spirit. He rebuffed her advances for love, motherly, and she gave up quickly on such wasted thoughts. She only wished to see him happy where he belonged.

And so she had fetched him and begun once more a tour of the packlands. She stopped a few times when they stumbled upon a wild pheasent or other creatures. She had shown him a den dug beneath the rotting log of a fallen tree, empty of whatever family had long since abandoned it. Whether he enjoyed such things or not she couldn't quite tell but she tried. As they drifted closer to the borders new scents trickled on the air and her white figure pauses, icy blue eyes catching sight of a white and red wolf, a black and gold girl, a grey and cream female, and Lavender.

Something inside of her seemed to come undone, a premonition almost, and she casts her head towards the black and silver boy beside her. Her heart thrums like a bird within her ribcage. "Sven... do you perhaps recognize any of these wolves or their scent?" The question is asked in almost a breathless manner for this will decide where to begin her search.