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

There is much about the males that she does not know. Only time spent with them could help her divulge such information. She only knows that something haunts Fenrir for she has seen the naked pain in his eye, or perhaps not so much in his eye as in the way he holds himself apart. Her life seems to have trailed the same path as his, finding loved ones only to lose them. In the darkest part of the night she can remember the face of her long lost mate and the voices of her two children. Remember them crawling across her as pups, yanking on her ears and making general nuisances of themselves. She can remember the keen sting of love and also remember the way her heart had broken with each passing one after the other. Life had not seemed to have any meaning or purpose after that.

As she looks upon his darkened figure graced by the light of the moon she wonders if he has awoken any others of Spirane. It is strange the sense of possessiveness that sweeps across her at the idea of someone interrupting their meeting; as if this had been a planned rendezvous of lovers instead of a friend seeking out a friend. The night is balmy and she hears crickets chirping and frogs croaking in the night air. It is a pleasant scene really.

The pale green of his eyes seem to match the pale blue of hers. In a way, she thinks, they are opposites with his coloring and hers. What would it feel like to press herself against his side? At that thought she is startled out of her reverie, blinking suddenly as if something flew into her eye but in reality she is trying to push aside such images that flow to mind. She feels almost as if Fenrir can read them. Was she so lonely that she was imagining spending time with a virtual stranger? Then again, Fenrir didn't feel like a stranger to her. She could just imagine taking him up to the den. Oh Sven, my friend will be spending the night with us, hope thats okay!

Fenrir speaks with his usual polite manner - except upon their first meeting of course - and she cannot help but smile once more at him, a graceful flash against her pale maw. "Who am I to turn down such a meal? At least she is now joined with her child in the beyond." Honestly the elk had tasted rather delicious. The four males, her, and Everlyse had done a wonderful job in taking it down and Natu was happy to have come out unscathed this time. Yet she remembers that Fenrir took a mighty force to his own face. Was he as bruised as she had been when battered by the bighorn?

Natu steps closer, inexorably drawn to him as her eyes sweep across his broad muzzle and down his neck in search of some sign of discomfort. "It might be a bit late in asking but are you hurt?" He would know she was talking about the elk, or so she assumed.

When he mentions Ifrit her own lips peel back into half of a grimace and half of a grin, her ears flicking back. "That poor girl," she replies smoothly before grinning full on at Fenrir, the kind of secretive smile that made a woman look so much more appealing for it's shared quality.

She lifts her head up in surprise as he asks if she would prefer he was in the group. Before she can answer he continues and her head tilts, her smile deeper and somewhat timid now for there is an almost palpable air about them. It has been long since she has felt such. "Your company is much preferred," she answers with a soft voice, her eyes searching his for some response to her own. Natu finally sits, relaxing the atmosphere a bit. "Do you often visit people in the dead of the night? It is quite a mysterious time," she muses with a playful grin and jerk of her tail.