There honestly was no stopping the impending catastrophe. It would be pointless for Natu to sprint to them. What could she do? Grab his hips and rip his hide wide open in the process or drag herself into the fray? In no way did she think this was intentional. It was clear Hollowpoint was simply one of the unlucky wolves with grace and Haven was the unlucky recipient of such misuse of his legs. So even though she shouted Natu knew it was inevitable. Her ears flattened and her head cringed back into her shoulders, eyes narrowed as the impact finally occurred and both wolves went down in a heap of tangled limbs and fur.

When they finally managed to stop rolling before the real struggle of disentangling began she finally perked up, moving towards them cautiously. However ungainly the boy was Haven was a part of Spirane. If he decided to make any moves towards her that were unfounded then Natu would defend her. Haven began to push and scratch and demand that he get off, to which Natu had to stifle a smile as she watches on at the young ones. The struggle is real as Hollowpoint rises and then.. freezes. In that moment she can sense a change in them. In the way that their breath seems to catch and their stares become wild and bewildered before the struggle ensues once more.

Haven is clearly displeased with this new development. Natu knows exactly what has happened and her eyes have begun to scour the figure of Hollowpoint curiously. How awkward to stand between such imprints and yet it is a glimpse into the purity of the soul. Until Haven decides she is not happy with this development and demands an answer. Perhaps it is best if Natu steps in now, she thinks, and she moves closer to the pair. Hollowpoint seems almost distressed by the way Haven has spoken to him and Natu, her face neutral but her icy blue eyes twinkling, pauses near Haven.

"Are you both alright? Took a nasty spill there," she murmurs, looking kindly over each of them and attempting in a way to relieve some of the tension in the air. "Ah... it looks like your quarry is having a laugh." At this she gestures her nose up at the tree in which the squirrel titters and chatters down at them, tail flicking back and forth.