It is the duty of a parent to raise, cherish, and protect their children. Even if that meant letting them go and fretting constantly about it. It had been a long time since she had borne any children of her own. The two that had been hers by blood had both perished in their early years followed thereafter by her mate and she had been left bereft. Floating in this life as a ghost, partially here and one paw at the threshold of death, clinging to their memory with a fervency that had ebbed with time. So much had changed since she had first arrived in Spirane, morose and full of depression followed by hate and guilt. Guilt at her attack and subsequent blackouts that had caused her theft of Sven, yet time had healed those wounds as best it could. Sven had found his true mother and still he had chosen to stay in Spirane - she had called him her son and forever would she treat him as such even if he were to always deny it. In time she hopes that they will grow close as a son and a mother now that their healing had begun, but these things are not easily foretold.

Natu lounges at the foothills of them mountains on a rather tall slope with her forelegs crossed over one another and her head tucked atop them as she dozed on and off. It was a lovely fall day despite the rapidly cooling weather and she had nothing to occupy her time with today. Fenrir was off doing his duty to his adopted brothers and Sven was lingering in the woods somewhere, she figured, so that left Natu free to do whatever she felt. And at the moment she felt like napping, letting the bliss of the day and her future consume her. Come winter she would know once more the passionate touch of love and the swell of a belly full of pups.

A brush of soft wind against her face has her ears twitching and her eyelids sliding up to reveal the icy blue of her eyes, so pale as to be an icicle. She blinks for a moment, confused. She knows that scent from somewhere but it has been a long while since it has been fresh on the mountainside. Natu lifts her head now, ears perked as she gazes down the hill into the rocky pathways with golden leaves. There a white and gray wolf dashes amongst the leaves, tossing them up, snapping at them, and Natu cannot help but find a similar joy in her heart.

She knows Niviaq from before. It has been quite a long time and they had only met briefly but they were pack. As Niviaq races after the leaves Natu stands and launches her svelte figure down the slope, legs stretching to their furthest point and propelling her at dangerous speeds until she levels out and darts beside Niviaq, leaning down and snatching some leaves to toss over the head of the other female before yipping happily.