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

This boy is nothing like the girl that Ailith had brought along on her own expedition into stealing. The sneaky skill is rather tricky for it requires tact and a sense of sterness. Not to mention there is a fine line Natu must tread. Although Daenery's has given her these tasks, or at least one, the alphess is not demanding to keep those stolen for permanent pack members unless they consent to do so. It would certainly not be conducive to the pack to hold prisoner pack members; pack was about loyalty and respect. No good could come from such strong force, yet a light force might make some headway. Spirane had been lacking in members for such a long period of time and now it flourished. Natu sincerely wished to see it grow. The land was sprawling - often sprawling upward - and needed to be tended to by the roughened pads of paws.

Ah! So here it is then, the determined set of his chin, the minute shifting to emphasize his larger figure. Does he wish to intimidate? Natu is not easily impressed nor intimidated - she had, in fact, walked away from Heyel on their first and only meeting. She isn't quite certain what goal he aims at simply by his posture but it is clear that Ragnarok is not overly thrilled, nor scared, to be in the position he is in. Many lone males were like that. Clearly he had been through much worse than a steal judging by his wounds.

What an odd array of coloring he is, she thinks, and it is intruiging to hear that he once walked these lands. At his almost reproaching comment about her theft Natu actually smiles, the kind of smile laced with some inner amusement and almost austere. "She has requested that those I should steal remain with us for a week's time in order to become acquainted with Spirane... in your case, re-acquainted it seems."

There is something odd about Ragnarok. He doesn't offer his name, no pleasentries, merely seeks ways out of this predicament that she has put him in. Yet her face is pleasent with that lilting curl of her lips, but it is also gaurded. A mask. So he likes his solitary life? No, he hints at something greater. She gives a critical once over to his wound again. "Tell me then how you came about the wound?" And everything with it, she means.