fourteen - no heart - Heyel's soul - Spirane
sister of warlow, dam of sven *adopted*
this is her in blackouts

Her den felt cozy now that Sven had chosen to stay here in this life with her. Perhaps he had not done such for her. This had been the only home he remembered, after all, and he was old enough to make his mind up. There might never be the unequivocal love between them that a mother and son might share but there was a companionship that was built on their years spent together. In this very den she had brought him that first day, had heard his hurled accusations. Had learned of her own true inner nature and hated herself, hated the world, and then had come to love it just the same. So it is in her den now that she lies curled, tail to maw, in a state of blissful slumber.

Her time with the four brothers had been rather short when looking back on it. She had learned quite a bit in that short time, enough that she had news to tell her Queen upon arriving back into Spirane with a bloated belly and aching limbs. It had been sufficient enough for Daenerys for it applied directly to someone of Spirane, someone close to her since Talisen was her adopted brother.

In the throes of her light slumber, hanging somewhere between the stars and the galaxies, she is aware of the eerie call that echos across the mountains. It lures her from the depths of her mind back into her body so that one eye opens in an almost lazy manner. Then, like a dragon, she unfurls her svelte alabaster body, her body stretching past the point of comfort so that her muscles feel the burn of life once more.

The howl sounded as if it came from a familiar figure but she is not certain. It called to her nonetheless. She finds herself moving down the mountain paths with ease, sleep long forgotten as the heat of the day begins to sink beneath her fur and coat her skin uncomfortably. As she moves she lifts her narrow muzzle into the air to catch the scents, almost stumbling in her graceful movements when she recognizes the scent of Fenrir. He was mysterious, both one of great passion and great control. Without quite realizing it Natu has picked up her pace, her paws barely pressing into the earth before they are up once more until she spies his dark figure at the border.

Her ears stand erect and her tail rises as well, not in dominance but in one of friendly greeting. She cannot help the small smile that graces her maw as she comes to stop before him, a slight swish of her tail giving away her happiness at his presence. Despite them not speaking many words together before he draws her in and, maybe, she does the same for he is here.

"You are not a sight I expected, Fenrir, but yours is a pleasant one in any case. Have you and your brothers had your fill of the elk?" Their prey had been a large creature. It would take days for them to consume all of her and Natu hadn't eaten all that much. The males would likely feast upon her until nothing but bones were left. "Have they come with you?" Her pale blue eyes sweep away from him as if they might magically appear, though she hopes secretly that Ifrit has wandered off a cliff somewhere - just friendly thinking, of course.