However much she wallowed in her greif and fury it was a balm to know that Fenrir was always there. He did not press, he did not push, he simply was. A constant shadow in her life that she could hide within or lean against for support and it was rewarding. In her low moments pressed against the dry wall of the den she would try and tell herself that she had much left ot be thankful for - and she did - for things could be much worse. Everlyse suffered from the loss of her mate, left to take care of her own children. Reich was there to comfort her and Natu assumed that in time, once the heart of the white female had begun to mend once more, she would take him on as her own silent partner. Such made her mind twist to thoughts of Heyel and she wonders where he has gone; does he still feel their bond, does he too feel her grief? It didn't matter anyways for Fenrir soothed her more than even her soul ever could. The fates had given her an imprint who had lived many times over with many souls and hearts and children. Fenrir, he was hers even if his memory sometimes leaped to his old flame, Doe.

Theirs is a story of a stolid sort of strength. Forever has Fenrir had to suffer knowing he had left his child behind for the love of Doe and now he has to be the one to help raise and set the standard for the children of his brothers. Natu had been abandoned repeatedly for death seemed to stalk her loved ones and she worried overmuch about how it would snatch away the fates of her four children, since Sven had already gone.

Her ears twist backwards as her pale eyes fall down to a worm that has pushed up through the soil, its epicene form wriggling uselessly into the air. "I know," she breaths. "And I am still here." Her voice is low on this, an almost apologetic tone for she realizes just how much he has worried over her. How selfish even her grief could be so she presses her nose into the fur of the prairie dog before latching on with strong teeth and tugging the skin left and right until it opens beneath her and warm blood spills out of her white paws.

She pulls the soft flesh between her teeth and finds that her stomach cramps in delight the moment that it slides down her throat. Without even realizing it her pace quickens, each tear more vicious than the last as she devours her meal while listening to her mate. "You are a credit to them, Fenrir, and to me. Even our children recognize your strength." She pulls back from the meal with bloodstained lips and fierce eyes, angling the fore of her body so that she rub the top of her head beneath his chin with a growling purr of approval. "Will you come with me into the sunshine?" Yes, she would get out of this den and she would spend her time with her mate and whichever of their children that came out to play and she would bring some light back into his green eyes and her own.