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

Sleekwing was creative. His idea had her own mind sparking with covert ways to elude her son while also leaving him enough to track her upon. Her eyes grow bright with the idea and she cannot help an thrilled smile at the idea. This was why he was the Castallen. She hadn't got to see him much in action but she was content to put both the safety and training of her son into his paws. There were few who had Natu's complete trust like that. "I think that would be quite beneficial. I'm in! You might not be able to find me yourself," she teases, her tail wagging and a mischievous glint in her eye, proud of her stealth though she is nothing like Heyel. He would be boasting until it became insufferable.

The idea of children still tantalized her from some corner of her mind. Yet she had Sven for the moment and he was finally open to her trying to raise him unlike before. At least now he had a spark of hope in his eyes and she would nurture that spark with all her might, all her power, all her heart. She does not start when he leans over and sniffs her, instead grins down at him in amusement at his compliment. "It took a mighty bit of washing. Just ask your sister, I smelled vile," she joked. It was true, she had smelt to high heavens.

As Sleekwing stood so did she, her own tail swishing back and forth as he accepted her challenge. There is a competitive streak to Natu that doesn't often get to come out but now she races towards the water with him at her side and they hit the air together. It is all synchronized for they are both very fit wolves. The water knocks the breath from her for a moment before she begins her steady paddling, dipping her maw in to suck down some cool refreshment and grinning at Sleekwing's silver figure. He looked like a fish in the water, his fur the color of scales.

Speaking of fish - she catches sight of one near her front paws and in a flash she dives beneath, jaws catching the tail of the creature and her thrusts driving her back up quickly. As she breaks the surface the fish twists away from her and straight at Sleekwing's head, much to her bark of delight. Then she focuses her attention on the small ledge on the other end of the pool, climbing out and shaking off with another grin. "Hope that didn't disqualify me," she says, eyebrow arched as if she had planned such all along.