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

Her tale is one painful to impart with. Especially knowing that the eyes and ears above her hold the entire power of Spirane. With a dismissive word Daenery's could cut down all Natu had worked for, make her back into the nothing she was before, a wolf with no purpose. Yet if she ever did so Natu thought that she might depart from the mountains she loved to find a new home, a place to start fresh, but the idea did not sit well with her. Spirane had become a fixed point in her mind. The word home, the feelings such a word elicited, it was all based around the mountain peaks and her mountainside den. Abandoned it had been before she had arrived; she had watched from her side view as Spirane fell and rose and fell once more until it's true Queen had arrived to glue to pieces back together. Daenery's had breathed life back into these valleys. It would be a lie to say that Natu did not care what Dany thought of her. There was a warm soul in her Queen, the kind that drew wolves to her like moth to flame.

The bitterness she had thought was buried flared back to life now. She realized now that it could never be totally abolished. Time would ease it's presence until it was hidden far away from her mind yet lingering upon such touchy details would draw it back. Her consolation was the fact that Sven had chosen Spirane. Maybe not to stay with her particularly but he had found a home in the mountains. That she lived here only made it a wonderful choice, though such thinking is of the selfish variety.

Daenery's is a good listener, not giving many clues to her thoughts except the obvious surprise on her face at the mention of Lillith. Did she not feel such hate for the demon wolves too? Ah well, not all wolves had been on the brink of death from one such as the Iromar Queen. When it is all said and done Natu ends with a sigh, a sigh that takes away her own pain in it and relief to finally have Dany know the truth. What she would make of it remained to be seen.

Natu's ears flicked, a slight show of uncertainty, as Daenery's stood up and jumped down next to her. She is rather surprised by Dany's attempts to move closer. Yet it is comforting to have the presence of the silver gray wolf next to her and the following words from Daenery's ease the ache in Natu's soul, the guilt and worry that have for too long taken residence within her. A very slight smile edges onto her maw as she looks down at the ground in thought. "It may not be me he stays for, maybe just the mountains, but I am glad just the same." There, she has admitted her own selfishness to Daenery's, but then what heart is completely without want?

She blinks for a moment as the words sink in. Sven has forgiven you, Natu. I think it is time you forgave yourself. She had been much relieved upon Everchime and Sven's meeting yet had she truly forgiven herself for stealing Sven's childhood away? "In due time, my Queen," she murmurs, her eyes moving to Dany. "He seems much happier now that he has made a decision and has a goal. I hope that he will make you as proud of him as I am." Ah, the look of a mother, it settles around her lovely face and softens the hard lines of sorrow.