She felt as if they had been destined for one another. That both Fenrir and Natu had gone through the hardships of life that that they could respect the trials of the other, accept them, and forge a bond stronger than the imprint one they had both been tied to. Fenrir had been through the breakage of his, had suffered the consequences of devoting a life to another only to have it snapped and broken. Crumbled to dust and forgotten in the sands of time. Soon enough Natu would learn of such feelings, the way her heart yearned for Fenrir and the way her soul was content with Heyel's company - and without it.
Maybe she did not know the truth deep significance of the this moment in the way that Fenrir did yet she was just as loyal as he was in her bonds. From this moment forward Fenrir would be the one she called upon to help ease the troubles of her life. The one she looked to in times of joy and in times of grief, for he had said he would be there and she trusted him implicitly. Despite knowing very little of his true nature, for how could one judge another in only three meetings? It didn't matter. She had chosen him and he had chosen her and she was confident that they would mesh.
She blinks at him as his lips turn up slightly and he replies, his voice making her tremble slightly and her eyes darken. It had been so very long since she had felt such a draw to another. The physical desire along with the mental desire. His black figure was imposing and handsome and his behavior just drew her in even more.
Yet the conversation takes a decidedly uncertain turn. Fenrir, she can tell, is obviously distressed at the idea in his head and for only a brief moment does she let nervousness slip it's way up her back before forcing it down. She had grown close to Daenery's over the last season - a trust had been forged that would not be broken. Daenery's would not deny her the love and time with her mate. Natu was almost certain of this despite the agitation her own heart feels, baring his teeth, and she cannot help but feel pleasure that the sight. Pleasure that he wants his time with her, wishes to be the mate that she has longed for, and the feral edge to him is enticing.
Pups. He said pups. Her eyes widen and her heart thumps deep and heart inside her ribcage. Her own children... gone, long int he other world. Yet the idea of motherhood once more.. of children who would nurse against her belly, children who would be both her and Fenrir. No, he would not be turned away from them. Now that the idea had taken root there would be no getting out of this desire for children.
"You need not worry, Fen," she answers, and her voice is the stern, set one that she often used when her mind is set. Even her eyes hold a look of challenge to them for her mind was made up. She leans forward and presses her maw against his owns for a brief moment of comfort. "Daenery's will not deny me the comfort of your presence. Your son will learn to live with you nearby, even if you chose not to make Spirane you permanent home, my heart. The mountains are a large place. Stumbling upon him unwanted is not a thing easily done."