It will be a glorious spring, Natu thinks, for she would once more feel the wiggle of soft bodies against her belly and the cry of pups as they yearned for food, for love, for warmth. Some might shy away from such things. Crying? No thank you. But Natu thrived on such. It was really quite strange that her maternal instinct ran so deep and yet she had lived for so long since the death of her pups prior without her own children. Then again she had not found the correct male to become her mate and she had sort of stolen Sven as a pup and raised him. It was not the same really. They had been so awkward around each other; her with her guilt and him with his resentment. It worried her at this moment, for a brief second, that Sven might feel a bit put out by this pregnancy. As if she was casting him off for her own children - but that could never be so. He was as much her son as these pups she carried, blood or not, and despite all she would throw herself in the line of death before it touched Sven.

Never would she joke about such a thing with Fenrir with him standing there with all the patience in the world (in her mind, at least), nor would she ever rescind the offer of her own heart to him. It would take very much on Fenrir's part to blacken the white love she feels for her knight. Natu is quite certain Fenrir would not do anything to hurt her and as such she feels a completion with him. Heyel might be her soul bond according to the fates yet that didn't stop her from feeling like her real soul mate stood before her.

There is a sense of elation at finally letting the worlds spill from her lips. It is only magnified when his own maw breaks into a grin and he creates such a ruckus that Natu cannot help but laugh, her eyes closing as she lets him lave attention all over her - literally. Honestly she wants nothing more than to let him bowl her over so they can crawl all over each other in the brightness of this moment but he does not and she does not invite him to. After all, this is her first litter in a very long time - her second in her life - and she carries precious cargo. Nothing will be done to risk it. She does lean into his kisses though with a rumbling of her chest to affirm her pleasure at his ministrations.

As he finally sits back, breathless, she beams at him and licks his own maw before glancing back at her swollen belly. It WAS large when putting it into perspective. She still have many many weeks to go for the children to grow and she frowns now at herself, eyebrows falling. "I believe you are correct, dear," she murmurs before glancing back at him, her tail wagging. So eager he is and it warms her heart. "We can hunt together. I am not quite large enough to not hunt yet," she teases with another smile though she grows pensive. "I know that things are tense for you in Spirane. Perhaps... for now, we should clear out a den on the outskirts of the border so that, if things persist as they do, we can have our pups there. I will go with you, my love, if things come to that, to a better place, but I am holding hope that things might be put to rights in time that we may all live on the mountainside. Me, you, Sven, and our children."