He wasn’t sure of his actions. He was sorta of scared that his mother was upset that he would choose Natu over her. But it wasn’t that he did pick Natu over her. He picked Spirane over Taviora. It wasn’t that he chose to be with Natu, she lived in Spirane as he did. Spirane over these years might have started as his prison but eventually turned into his home. He couldn’t even remember most of Taviora or what it was like. Soon he would go there to visit his family, his brothers. Apparently Ragnar went wandering but his other three brothers and mother and father were still there. He wanted to see them, particularly Heimdallr and without Natu’s company. He could do with some family time after all and while Natu, he guessed, was family he didn’t want to lose connection with his blood family.
He didn’t realize how happy she was though, sure she walked with a bounce in her step that he wasn’t sure he had ever seen before, but she had a light in her eyes as well that told his she was so pleased that he chose to stay. Perhaps she was trying to put this all behind her as he was. He still didn’t understand why she didn’t remember. She would have come clean by now if she really had but to be honest that look in her eye from the day he had first seen her it never came back and it was a look he was hard pressed to forget. That wolf that took him might have been Natu but he was starting to realize it also wasn’t. The silver backed boy wasn’t really going to talk about it. He didn’t understand what it was or what had happened and he hadn’t seen it since that day. Sven knew though he wasn’t going to get answers any time soon.
She told him not to be sorry, but how could he not be? It was his fault, he could have chosen to not have wandered off like his parents had told him, stayed within the borders of the pack but he had seen so many pups that one time and it had been fun playing with them all. He hoped to find the same that day. He had made it home from that day because Suomi some older girl in his pack had found him and Ragnar and taken them home. She was mad too he remembered. He shrugged his black and silver shoulders and gave a slow shake of his head, he felt bad nothing she could say would change how weak and pathetic, not to mention stupid, he had been that day.
She said she too wanted to apologize to Heimdallr. Sven shook his head again voicing what Natu thought. ”I am sure that will go over just as well as my apology will. I mean… I still don’t understand what happened to you that day. You… aren’t like that, Natu.” He admitted looking into her icy blue eyes, ”You don’t want to hurt anyone.” While that wasn’t entirely true, it was true as far as Sven knew and even if he did know her desire to be rid of Lillith of Iromar he couldn’t say he wouldn’t blame her. Hell, perhaps he would even help.
Still though if he was going o help he had to learn to fight, something that he wasn’t sure e was strong enough to do. After all he had failed once what was to say he wouldn’t fail again. Still though it seemed at least Natu believed in him and even if it wasn’t true at least she was nice enough to say it. ”Yeah I would like to train with him.” He confirmed happy that Natu would ask the brute to train him for him. He wasn’t sure if he could bring himself to ask a complete stranger so straight forward. Sven hoped that Sleekwing could teach him everything he needed to know, then perhaps he could protect those in the world that needed it and his pack.