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

Well, what did she expect? Her introduction had been fraught with violence and a veiled fury. Negativity was certainly a lesser word for such actions but still the male stuck around to talk to her. He didn't immediately turn away her conversation or presence and that was a good sign at least. There wasn't much to her friendship at the moment anyways. She had made a right mess of her life, in her own opinion, with the exception of her devotion to pack life. Spirane was a good place, the mountains were free and wild and soothing to her soul, yet she yearned for something more. The need to do something had come over her a few times. When Purge had at once owned the mountain then left it - she had thought, for a time, about challenging the vixen. Not out of any sort of hatred for the wolf, just her own desire to become something more. To see if the mantle of a thorny crown would frame her skull.

Natu offers a chuckling smile at his words, nodding her lean muzzle in agreement with him. "I do not think my impression is quite as aggressive as theirs might have been." This is true, of course. Her very first and only meeting with the bog wolves had left a scar on her brow and shoulder not to mention the aftereffects of such a damaging fall. They were not a lively bunch.

In response to his own banner moving Natu swishes hers. "A pleasure to meet you, V, although maybe it is not much of a pleasure to meet me," and again, a smile of shared knowledge, for this event was singular to the pair and would be forever a memory of the other. Ears perk at his last question a intense gleam cases her ice blue eyes. "I think I saw tracks of a muskrat family down by the stream. Come on, I can flush them out for you if they are still nearby." Standing and moving east she catches his lavender eyes before focusing on her task, nose lowering to the ground as the closed the distance to the stream (assuming he follows her). The tiny prints of feet are pressed into the mud and she freezes, her white body still despite the wind in her fur. Squeaks can be heard from down the way from a rounded mound made of debris and sticks intricately woven to form a nest of sorts that sits in the water a few inches from the shore. A hole stands open towards the front and Natu moves silently across the ground until she is at the edge of the stream and then she slides her legs into the water, calmly and without much force so the lapping water won't splash.

The stream is not very deep nor the placement of the nest and she circles around; the opening faces towards V if he is moving from the land and the water has risen to Natu's chest. Finally having circled around the nest she pauses, glancing towards the male as if to say 'get ready' before lifting a paw and clawing at the rather thick casing of the nest and tearing with her teeth, intending for the creatures to rush out the front in a vain attempt to flee.