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

It was really quite amusing how invested Heyel was into his own hair care. True, he was a meticulous species of male with his bright white fur and violet eyes - striking for sure. But he acted as if dirt was some vile thing with it's own mind and perhaps to him it was. Heyel was what she might call 'high-maintenance'. Yes, that was the perfect word for it, and the word tumbled endlessly over in her mind so that she could not help but to smirk at his words, not really acknowledging his now blatant disrespect of sand. It wasn't her favorite thing either though she enjoyed rolling in it playing with her nieces and nephew. Being dirty wasn't really a thing that bothered her very much. Being light did have it's advantages despite how 'perfect' Heyel's form was, and she didn't mind much that she was considered small. There was plenty of muscle there and her belly never ached in pain for nourishment. Despite many instances in life where things were difficult for her, Natu was ultimately a survivor.

He is a gentleman at her quiet teasing and her eyes sparkle with mischief as he seems to shift himself even taller. Being around all these years has taught him the art of humor, it seems, even if it did bloat his ego. Looking at him as he regards her, she finds a small peace. A peace separate from the bond that binds them together and that will one day, just as everything else, be severed. In him she finds a friend. He has shown that he can be enjoyable, insufferable, and a listener. So many didn't much listen so much as talk anymore; one by one it felt like the pieces of her life were falling together. He was someone she could count on if she needed his advice and ear, and that was really more than anything she could have hoped for.

Honestly she is eager to taste this delicacy he speaks so highly of. And in a way it is her own chance to observe Heyel's mannerisms; to see how age has slackened or strengthened his movements, to see if his confidence can really meet up with what he boasts. It is a way to train herself too. They are imprints, yes, but how much did they honestly know of each other? Was it too soon to ask questions of a personal sort to Heyel, about his family, his life and Diveen? Well, maybe after a snack. For now she falls into a quick, easy lope with him, her muscles relaxing under the movement.

She pauses as he does, in sync with his movements. All it takes is the fraction of a moment when his muscles tense that hers follow and she follows his gaze to the bush, her tail lifted up and fluffed out as she cocks one ear towards him. "Yes they must," she agrees, flashing a bright grin and teeth at him before peeling away on silent paws around the bush, her eyes seeking any sign of white within. There! She can see feathers move to the slight breath of such a small body. The bush would tangle her for certain if she was to go about it the wrong way, so she moves almost like a cat, inch by inch until she finds - to her delight - a straight path to the broad side of the bird. She cannot move an inch either way when she rushes in or else she will give the bird much too much time to fly out.

And in a second she has darted forward, her slim neck and chest pushing into the bush and her teeth reaching out, closing, closing... hopefully on a feather....
(You can decide what happens, whether she catches it or it flies out :P I don't mind either way)