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

She cannot tell if Fenrir is elated by this news or not. She was never really personal with Talesin, in fact had maybe spoken to him in passing despite their both considering in Spirane, nor had she ever spoken to Leonidis. The only real reason she knew of the latter was the way he came in with Dany, hovering over her in his most protective stance while she dripped blood and claimed Spirane for her own blood once more. It was nice to see such loyalty in a burgeoning relationship. As wary as Natu is now she had not always been so stern or suspicious. In her youth she had loved with a passion, but death and loss will crush such a spirit. Misguided hopes of others that leave nothing but ash in their wake. Natu's life had not been a simple, happy fairy-tale as she might have wished it as a youth. Yet it had made her into the strong wolf she is today. Standing before them now she finds no hint of aggression. Ifrit is the only among them who has really tested her patience or has tried to create discord. So she decides to sit, her haunches gracing the ground as if she is not even there and her white tail wraps around her legs. Honestly she is a picture of resplendent white and light sky blue eyes.

Her eyes jerk away from the dark wolf to the chocolate one as he laughs and she tilts her head to the side in a silent question. She is not long in waiting for the answer. Ah so then Dany must be related to them somehow, or maybe they do mean Leonidis since he was close enough to the throne through Dany. The way the bloodlines are here in Molodian... it is rather confusing at times. She had found out quite by her silent paws and skill that Heyel was grandfather to many, many children and father to many as well. Just as he was father to Isola of Diveen - though Natu had not met the Angel Queen. Politics were not really in her realm when she had first arrived and despite being here for a good while she had been sedentary in Spirane until as of late.

Not that such information was classified. It was well known the feud between the two bloodlines: demon and angel. Natu cared not one whit for it. She hated the marsh wolves for their simple indecency to their wolven kin. It was a blight against nature, a disgust to her kind soul. Life could be quite cruel and she had weathered enough to know. She'd not wish it upon anyone else. A swift breeze rustled the bright green leaves around them and for a moment, briefly, her eyes are given to close and her nose tilts up into it; she can feel her mind start to shatter into it, as she so often does since her blackouts, but their voices drag her back from that state.

Then, just as quick, her eyes have snapped open once more to land on Ifrit as he speaks. Fenrir said something about dragon blood, whatever that means. Blood is blood, in her book. Her eyes sharpen as she catches something about the Angel Queen. Someone died for her? Well, if Natu heard anything right it seemed a lot of wolves died for the cause of the feud between the two warring nations. Then again that might not even be the reason. Her ears perk though at Ifrit's warning. The thrones kill. Yes, she had seen that with Moonglow. But that didn't stop the determination from settling across her face or the way the end of her tail flicks. She would do what she must.

Natu's attention is dragged to Seamus and she offers a soft smile. "You are in luck for I passed a large herd on my way here from the mountains. I imagine the four of you should have no problem taking one down." They are truly a masculine group - it would no doubt be a simple task of making sure each was in the right place and they would have their meals. Fenrir's quiet voice broke into the conversation and again her eyes are dragged back to him, watching him with that same calm manner that she thinks he watches her with. What is hidden there, secrets behind his eyes?

"A long time to be away from home, but sometimes the lost must find their own way before they can feel whole once more." Her words are whisper soft and she does not know why she says them. Sometimes things just peel from her lips, things in which she ought not to bring up, for she suspects Fenrir has his own reasons to be so withdrawn. Still her eyes linger on him for a moment before she glances at the other three, blinking as if coming out of some sort of trance. Truly her mind feels as if today it drifts with the wind; she feels no tell-tell sign of dizziness that accompanies her now rare blackouts, but who knew.

Abruptly she stands once more, shaking her body out and looking at Neirin before sneaking a glance at Fenrir once more. "I can show you to the elk if you like?" Without waiting for an answer she turns and darts off, her gait fast across the ground, her need to stretch her legs once more consuming her. They would come or they wouldn't - she could not stand the weight their eyes for one moment more when she didn't know what to tell them. Didn't know much about them. Natu is muscle yet she is built for speed, the air moving around her as if she is in a tunnel and her body sighing in delight as she leaps over a small creek and towards a meadow in which the Elk have come to mill about, lowing to one another about how amazing the grass is or something. She slows now, barely out of breath, her ears flicking back to catch any noise of paw prints behind her...