Time seemed to creep by and the passion between her and Fenrir had exploded like the stars that burst across the night. There is something magical in a union such as theirs. Natu felt a joy that seemed to press outward from her heart and consume her entire being each time they came around each other. As the days passed she stayed further and further away from Spirane to spend nights wrapped in the embrace of Fenrir, enjoying burying her nose deep into his obsidian neck and surrounding herself with him. Those tender moments could lead to things of a more sexual nature but Natu was not prudish. It was a strengthening of their bonds and a hope forged between them of children, of a line that she could raise with him to become glorious. She had faith that Fenrir would be with her for many years to come. Such thoughts soothed her soul.

Yet for the last two weeks she had been unable to seek him out except for brief visits, her own presence in Spirane having to come first for a time. She kept a watchful eye over the imprints Haven and Hollowpoint, playing with them like she too was young, and doing the same with Niviaq. Burying herself deeper into the bond of pack because these wolves would be the protectors of her home and the home her children would grow up in one day.

Which led to her realizing, late in the afternoon when her stomach growled once more, that she had become ravenous. That despite the small rodent she had caught only an hour before nothing seemed to fill the pit of her stomach. Natu, who now lounges outside her den, stretches her body and actually focuses on it. Pays attention to it. The way her belly has begun to round outwards when before Natu had no belly to be accounted for. The way her skin seems to throb, her teets already trying to gain life, and the feeling of both hunger and a fullness that she had only felt once before, many years ago.

Pale blue eyes widen in shock. How she had not realized it sooner was a mystery caused by constant attention elsewhere, but she felt such a burst of joy that she leaps to her paws, raises her head, and howls into the afternoon air a song of celebration. Then she is off in one of her whirlwind sprints, eating up the ground towards where she would likely find her mate, wanting to share with him this fantastic news.

By the time she reaches the woodlands the sun has fallen so that the shadows are lengthened and night is at it's cusp. Nothing will stop her though as she barrels between trunks, her heavy breath misting around her, and she lets loose a string of barks and yips calling for him to come.