Ragnarok is much changed. It did not surprise Natu much - her own brother, Warlow, had been a savage creature for the years of his life that he had followed her travels. It is only when fate had sought to take his soul into it's hands that he had become something completely different. It is as if he was living without his whole self and maybe that was what an imprint was to some. For Natu, Heyel had become a confidante. A friend, the kind of wolf she had needed in her dark and uncertain hours, the kind of wolf she respected and at times wondered at his complete lack of humility. Things had worked out in the grand scheme of things in a way that suited everyone. Perhaps they would with Ragnarok too for he and Church seemed to feel a singular connection with their bond to each other. It was lovely to behold.

He is gracious to her, dipping his head and agreeing readily with her proposal and Natu beams at him. A many of many words he has become and Natu quite likes the change - perhaps Church can be the angel that he needs to combat the demons he did not know where fake. It seems that he is happy about getting to stay here and her eyes flick between the pair even as the storm kicks up a notch, the cold air from higher now sweeping down to press the longer fibers of her tail into the mass of her legs. "If that is what you wish then so be it. Perhaps you might extend your stay a while too, give Church a chance to explore," she offers, hinting in a way that she is sure they both know she is trying to lure them into permanent settlement. Natu does not hide it, rather grins at them in the most telling of ways.

She swishes her tail in response to his thanking, dipping her own head in a welcome gesture. Her smile slowly dips into a frown at his next words, her eyes narrowing as she concentrates. Ragnarok is edgy once more. It doesn't take a scientist to realize that he is uncertain of this course of conversation before his imprint. He has not told her. Suddenly Natu's eyes widen in understanding, though there is a slightly disapproving flash of her eyes at him before she gives the barest dip of her jaw in agreement with him. She would not spill his secret this day.

"Time is a fickle thing, Ragnarok. Do not forget that it's ebbs and flows are not up to us and even the strongest of flames can burn out in an instant." It is an eloquent speech with the intention of warning Ragnarok against hiding this from Church. Natu doesn't know if he plans to tell her soon and it should be his business, but a secret as big and grave as his could lead to unsavory consequences. Natu had dealt with her own demons - the aftermath being so much pain. She would hate it if Ragnarok inflicted some pain upon Church because she did not know what she was getting into.

Now she pauses for a moment, smiling once more in a friendly manner to both of them as thunder rolls across the sky and the mountain grumbles in reply. It is loud and will only grow more deafening. The flowers that Church had been sniffing were being whipped violently back and forth and it would not be long before the first torrent would come spilling down. "I must find my own den now. Enjoy your stay, Church, and should you have need of me call. I will find you. Same to you Ragnarok."

Natu nods her head once more, giving Ragnarok a pointed look again before she lopes past them and around the craggy side of the mountain to find her own den and snuggle up to wait out the storm.