fifteen - Fenrir's heart - Heyel's soul
sister of warlow

dam of sven *adopted*, alistair, arthfael, ankh, and alexander


Birthing had been a very long, painful task that had led to amazing results. Although she couldn't seem to keep her appetite up anymore - a relief compared to the ravenous way she had eaten during pregnancy - Natu never seemed to lack the energy needed to play with her children. At least she had enough to wear them down so that they fell into little piles around her and she could grab a moment of sleep with a heart bursting with love. It would all be complete when she went back to Spirane to check on Daenery's and to inform Sven of his new siblings. To bring him here to visit them, to watch them surround him and see the utter bewildered look on his face. Oh she can imagine it, the rapturous moment when his heart would soften towards the children, when he would be caught in the infectious web of love that they exuded.

The den she resided in connected with the other four dens that comprised of Fenrir's brotherhood. Neirin's was conspicuously absent the most and she had learned from Fenrir of Church. It was surprisingly really but she thinks back to the day Ragnarok had brought the female to Spirane and the scent she had caught upon Church's figure. There is a happiness in her for Ragnarok and a sadness for Neirin that one should usurp the love of another and yet life is filled with many twists and turns. She cannot hate Church for her choosing; fate sometimes was a sneaky thing. Seamus was with Alice and their children, yet Natu had yet to meet the female personally, and Ifrit hovered around Everlyse. She felt a warm affection for the other female - her birthing had been a disaster - but she had been reminded of how much she did not care for the brute Ifrit.

Now she lays sprawled out in her den with her eyelids closed and soft whuffing breath the only sign that she is alive. She had grown terribly thin since the birth of her children. Before she had felt so weighted, so fat, and now she felt like a brush of the wind could carry her away. She would grow back into herself once her body regained all the lost nutrients and the children sucked from her constantly; she ate to appease the start of her hunger and Fenrir, of course, but she could not stomach more than a few bites at a time. It would settle, she knew, but she had not felt such symptoms in her first birth. Back then she had been young too, though.

A yip resounds through the den entrance and immediately her head shoots up, legs sprawling out as she tries to piece together what is going on. Motherly instinct and all that. Yet the voice that follows sends her heart into a frenzy and her breath catches. Ailith! Suddenly she is up, stepping over her children hastily, and lunging from the den with her tail a whir behind her in her happiness. The light is blinding on the white coat of Ailith but Natu does not stop until she reaches Ailith and presses their chests together, hugging her before pulling back with an eager grin on her face and a bounce in her step. "Ailith! I had worried that you had gone away and would not come back. You must not do that to me again, do you hear me?" She scolds but there is relief and joy in her ice blue eyes. "You are an excellent tracker," she suddenly states, quite proud in Ailith as she has always been. "I am so glad you are here." The last comes out on a sigh, whimsical sounding, as if all is almost right in the world. "My children, Ailith, they are so lovely. Four of them. Alexander, Arthfael, Ankh, and Alistair. But Alistair... he.. I do not think he can hear." Her tail drops now slightly as she seems to wilt, her lips turning into a frown as if unable to understand what to do.